When asked about schooldays, she’ll only say, ‘Finding myself took time.’ *** The invitation to the fifty-year reunion languished in a drawer until Martin discovered it and Olivia admitted she was disinclined to go. He usually avoided events that weren’t job-related, but misinterpreting her reluctance, said encouragingly. ‘I’ll come, then you won’t be alone.’ She’dContinue reading “Nell Holland: The Best Years of Our Lives”
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Don Sinnott: The Best of Times: The Worst of Times
Is it the good times or the bad times that stay with us? Is the mental glue stronger for joy or for sorrow? For me, Grade 4 is doubly anchored by that glue. My teacher that year was a disciplinarian with an emphasis on rote learning. Memory has never been my strong point; I developedContinue reading “Don Sinnott: The Best of Times: The Worst of Times”
Sharon Apold: The Wine Dinner
The Duke and the Baroness I enjoy these evenings of food and wine pairing. Hearing a wine maker lead me into their work of art. Sure, you can teach a human to make wine, in a similar way you can teach them to cook, but it’s an art to curate raw fruits of the earthContinue reading “Sharon Apold: The Wine Dinner”
Lawrie Stanford: For Alvar, Aged 5
I’d hate to be a snake— when I’m trying to escape, I’d worry about my tail, left far back on the trail. Sticking out there to be nabbed, far too easy to be grabbed, even if I’m ’round a bend, it’d be my sorry end! I’d hate to be a cow, I’ll tell youContinue reading “Lawrie Stanford: For Alvar, Aged 5”
Don Sinnott: Dirac’s Lecture
Lectures—I’ve had a few. I recall some as soporific, mechanically delivered verbal sludge. Others had me hanging on every word from a skilled communicator. Yet one lecture I recall most vividly, although delivered in a droning style, had me on the edge of my seat. A group of theoretical physicists emerged in the early decadesContinue reading “Don Sinnott: Dirac’s Lecture”
Maarten van de Loo: Deaf sentence
Listen how this fellow, getting older thought he would never be in strife. Fit and strong and a little bolder, having posted the decades up to five, he couldn’t hear his wife. ‘What is the matter now with you? listen!’ ‘Yes, I do, if you play too!’ ‘Ayeeeeh! What d’ya saaay?’ that’s the cry theContinue reading “Maarten van de Loo: Deaf sentence”
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