I worked for the McHaggis firm of solicitors – which is a Law Firm if you’re speaking American – in the Probate department. Although, as an English person I am loath to use the word “quaint”, the village is painfully quaint – the buildings along the High Street (which is like Main Street – every […]
Category Archives: Language
I shave it!!
I first met Julie when I climbed through the window at the old-fashioned firm in the village. The office is next door to the church on Church Street and was erected in the Tudor period. The large oak staircases on the ground floor hid the usual nooks and crannies that can be found in a […]
What do you want to do when you grow up?
I can only speculate what my life would have been like without my sister. Although I was lonely and felt decidedly unloved, I doted on my sister. I didn’t feel I could trust my parents, so I wanted to be the kind of person that Louise could rely on. I grew interested in child development. […]
Brazilian Summer, Illinois Winter
Andrea and I were in school together – aged 14-ish. In the hallway one day I saw some older kids picking on a girl saying “Go home! We don’t want you here.” I remember marching up and putting myself in between her and her tormentors. I said “How many languages do you speak?!” When I […]
