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Juice to the rescue?
Have you ever had cherry juice? No, not just the leftovers after a bowl of cherries for dessert, but a full glass of the brilliant red liquid that just hits the spot? Me neither, until I spent a year in Türkiye. Until then, I’d been brought up on apple and orange juice. Grapefruit juice or tomato juice were for fancy occasions. But that year, I learned about tiny bottles of peach juice and apricot juice and yes, sour cherry juice – or vişne suyu, as I learned to call it. After school, a gang of us would go to the… Read more…
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Remembering lives lost too young
My Facebook feed this morning is still reminding me of the horrific shooting at École Poytechnique. It happened in my final year of university, just a couple of hours down the road from where I was at school in Ottawa, studying journalism. Thirty six years ago, 14 women the same age as me, were slain by a lone guman who believed women shouldn’t study at university. I won’t repeat his name. It affected me deeply and I remember so many conversations among my female classmates. I then went on to work in highly technical industries that employed hundreds of engineers… Read more…
