Lenten reflections, sort of
I was at the Greenhills Shopping Center with my husband and daughter on Palm Sunday doing some last minute shopping for a week-long trip. Summer vacation had begun for many students, a lot of city dwellers were preparing to embark on the annual exodus to the provinces, so it just seemed so strange to find [...]
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A third of what’s been written about me is true, a third is half-true and the rest consists of drug-induced hallucinations. I suppose I’d better let me, rather than them, tell you 
