"That is a talented, talented brother," the former president said.
Cendrine never knew she wanted to be a photographer. She had always planned to be a teacher. And she did. She taught French for 13 years, then started teaching social media, too. In fact, she is the author of two social media books. How does a teacher even find photography?
I remember the exact day I met my parents. Not many people can say that. It was on my 10th birthday. February 23, 1979, to be precise. Danielle, the Social Worker in charge of my case since I had become an orphan four years earlier, drove me to a restaurant where she introduced me to a nice young couple. Today however, after a long and intense look into my past, the scene that took place some 35 years ago is a comforting memory not only because it coincides with the real beginning of my life, but because it also serves as a reminder of all that had to happen in the years before that meeting.
All any of us wants is to be seen and to be heard. This longing is at the core of our human beingness. Most never get the
Three quarters of a century ago today, on June 30, 1939, I travelled with my nine-year-old brother Ernie and more than 200
I grew up across the border in Buffalo, New York. Some joke that Buffalo is part Canadian. There's some truth there, but my affection for Canada goes a bit beyond the occasional trip.