qJust a word before I sleep. You will be my eternal guiding stars. Let there be no wasted tears or regrets. They would only damage the so-delicate wings of all those wonderful butterflies.q with these last written words, Ida tried to ensure we would continue our family life without her as wife and mother. For her, butterfly wings were the symbol of the almost magic and utterly fragile connections we make among each other as family members and as close friends throughout our lives. Such connections can, she felt, be made, perfected, broken or damaged in so many ways as we navigate perilously throughout our lives. qLes ailes de papillons, q she said. They were butterfly wings. She felt those fragile things that we call love and friendship, bonds and trust--shimmering, delicate--hanging by the merest thread.But that was the nicer, more tranquil part of the operation. The newsroom itself was in what had started as a twenties era hotel, The Ford, on then Dorchester Boulevard. ... Divided down the middle into English and French activities, the newsrooma#39;s denizens pecked away at their ancient manual typewriters, compiling localanbsp;...
|Author||:||ALAN J. YATES|
|Publisher||:||Trafford Publishing - 2014-07-03|