Reign of Jane

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I’m Not An Athlete.   Or at least, that’s what I tell myself. At 27 years of age, I have never once been part of a sports team, I always dreaded track and field days at school, and if given the choice, I’d pick reading a book over going to the gym any day of […]

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Empathy and Otherness

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Both sides of my family are Dutch immigrants who came over to Canada after World War II. Like many immigrants they had to learn a new language and deal with prejudice. Canada’s attitudes towards immigration were different at that time. My Mom sometimes talks about being referred to as a “dirty DP” when she was […]

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Compassionate Training

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Well. This page is staring at me and I owe it words. And I’m scared in a weird way. I’m scared that I am not a good enough writer. There are writers who are giants of talent compared to me. I’m not scared because I can’t write. I can write a little bit. I’m scared […]

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