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It’s been a while. Unusual for me. Unless I’m without Internet access, I’m pretty religious about posting. Somehow more than a week has passed without

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2017 Grateful 23

The new Irish. I heard that phrase this morning and it threw me. For years, centuries, Ireland has been exporting her people to far flung

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Twice last week I listened to myself sagely pronounce: ah, well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. In both cases, parents were commenting

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Back in the days when I lived in English-speaking counties, I quite liked the whole Sunday paper ritual: lugging home weekend editions of The Times

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Philadelphia. 7 June. 1753. Benjamin Franklin sat down to write a letter to George Whitefield, an English clergyman who was taking America by storm. Billed

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Around the table

I spent 10 days recently with a group of people from 17 different countries – 22 if you add in the facilitators and organisers. There

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I was born asking questions. Seconds after I popped into the world, I opened my mouth and screamed whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Nothing much has changed in the

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2017 Grateful 29

Many moons ago, friends shared a house with a girl who’d come back from her weekends at home saying what a fantastic time she’d had.

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Cappy got to us. We caved. Before heading cross country to Alajuela (with its fabulous cathedral) where we’d spend our last night in Costa Rica,

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