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Weeks before Christmas, the Aslett women would gather at Flo’s—my foster mother, the grand matriarch of the clan—to make pasties, fruit cakes and mince pies. Coins from the past—copper farthings , ha’pennies, silver shillings, sixpences, and half-crowns—were stirred...
“Felix, can you walk me through Stone Town today? It’s been 30 years since my last visit.” Felix was my go-to guide in Zanzibar. We crossed the square in front of my hotel Serena to enter a warren of runaway, intertwining, meandering streets. I had...
Coming home last week from a six o’clock breakfast meeting, I noticed our neighbours’ lighted window. The curtains were undrawn, two boys—7 and 8—were scampering hither and thither, their mother running in opposite directions. We also had two boys. Now adults. I can...
“Pops, why are we waiting here?” Chris asked. Our family of four had been stuck in a minibus, built to accommodate 20, for an hour in the parking lot of Hilo Airport. The boys had been woken up at 6 a.m. for all of us to be collected at 7 a.m. for a tour of the...
I wanted to write since I was yay high, but didn’t get round to it until I was 60. Having completed the second chapter of my first book Chasing Aphrodite, I hit a mental block. The chapter completed was about a Filipina caretaker sitting beside me on a 150 km bus...
“Old Collins won’t like that.” It was Gary, my colleague at the accounting firm of Collins Barrow, Calgary, Canada. He was staring at the 5,000 piece, all-red jigsaw puzzle spread across the coffee table in my office. “You’ll be accused of wasting precious chargeable...