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Dying wish

I believe in my mother’s inherent dignity and personhood, although we became strangers to one another years ago. I try to remind myself that, while her illness may have overtaken her, it does not define her, no matter how long it keeps her imprisoned.

A life in books

NOVEMBER 1952: BERNARD Marks has just arrived in northern Egypt from Salford, in the north of England, to begin...

Joining forces

THESE ARE ANGRY times. The Earth itself is angry. Flames roar through the land, human tempers flare and the...

Old growth

IN 1975, JUST before my sixteenth birthday, I read in the summer issue of Dolly magazine that everyone needed some...

Killing time

The days of our lives are seventy years;And if by reason of strength they are eighty years,Yet their boast...

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