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The Importance of personal cultural heritage

It’s a strange thing, but as a traveler through Latin America, upon visiting a place for the first time, I would often head out to a nearby cemetery to take a look at the old tombstones, and reflect a little on my own cultural heritage as I read out the names recorded there.   Maybe Read more about The Importance of personal cultural heritage[…]

Pender Island: A Personal Journey

The Apple Tree on Newport Ave The neon sign is switched off but even without its garish blue and red illumination reads OPEN out to sea. To me it’s backwards. Today it’s redundant as all of the café’s patrons have arrived by car along the surprisingly hilly and well-paved roads of Pender island. My grandfather Read more about Pender Island: A Personal Journey[…]

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