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Recently, at the Western Cape Archives in Cape Town, South Africa, I had to suppress my tears as I finally read the horrifying details about my late mother’s tragically cruel early childhood. Iris Ale

I look at pictures from my school days and the memories of that period instantly come flooding back. Thoughts of secondary school are quite mixed, with just as many negative ones as positive. But my p

Three women share their heart-warming stories of emotional correspondence

We may have all manner of modern gadgetry and user-friendly kit in our kitchens, but often it’s the most humble objects that mean more to us than anything else.

Dear Simon, My daughter, Wendy, and I have enjoyed so many visits to Singapore, and this year we felt it was about time we put our thoughts and experiences down on paper. Sir Stamford Raffles was knig

For many years, my existence was a true case of “Who do you think you are?” I was born in 1952, and grew up thinking that my mum’s first husband was my father. His surname was Cassidy. Mum died in 198