“You’ve got to see it,” my friend Tess told me over the phone.
“Are you sure it’s me?” I didn’t know what I thought of this news. 173 more words
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Research is like rummaging through your dead grandad’s belongings, only to discover some never-told secret. I wasn’t looking for information on Jewish East European immigration; my interest was in Octavius Morgan and his views, as demonstrated by his speeches in Parliament. 576 more words
On Monday evening Sarah and I went to a Death Café – which had nothing at all to do with salmonella sandwiches or arsenic-laced americanos. Rather it was a gathering of 20 or 30 strangers who had come together to drink coffee, eat cake and talk about one of the least-discussed topics in today’s society, death. 678 more words