Mme Cora's letter

Very early this morning, an unintelligible whisper attempted to enter through my bedroom window, as if pushed by the invisible 

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Dear lady, it is I who will sit at your desk this morning to write today’s 

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The sun has not yet risen and I am like a sleepwalker, half-awake. I hear sharp little tapping, like a steel 

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“Let your actions always speak for you, but be forever on guard against
the terrible traps of false pride and conceit 

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Leaders are motivated by one of the best reasons in the world: to create 

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As far back as I can remember, I have always written. The trigger that started it all 

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I still rave about this incredibly flavourful sandwich that’s so easy to 

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“Try to learn English and shorthand typing,” my father told me in 1959, when I insisted on enrolling in the 

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Our family left Caplan because the English bosses where my father worked thought he would be more successful if he moved closer to the bigger 

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An ode to girls and women of all ages

 

When I opened my eyes this morning, I knew right away that I had been 

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My goodness, how time flies! My baby is 49 years old today. Yes, his sister is 52 and his brother 53. I am delighted to have them 

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Twice I’ve walked through the Louvre in Paris to admire Mona Lisa and her enigmatic smile 

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Here I am, well into my golden years, once again ruminating about this or that. And this morning in particular, I am 

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When Mom’s eczema affected her mood, the children left. Dad placed the two smallest 

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This June is so beautiful that it makes me forget all the current miseries on Earth. 

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Peter Papathanassopoulos had assumed the role of pater familias after arriving in Canada in 1959. He washed the 

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On this morning of May 27, 2021 (my 

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I’ve picked up my pen hundreds of times to recreate a better life for myself on paper.

I remember as a little girl, when a 

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A large caravan of clouds crosses the sky 

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Mother
8 Heaven’s Way
The great yonder above

Dearest Mom, you must be surprised to finally have word from me. Since you left us in 

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As kids in the Gaspésie in 1953, we ate every day