On a clear spring day, the sun is shining, and I’m standing in the garden of a quiet, three-story house in the shadow of the mountains.
The house is in the midst of an astrological circle.
I’m on the second floor, and the house’s main entrance is a staircase that leads down to the ground floor.
The front door is unlocked and unlocked from the outside, with a key in the pocket of a dark suit jacket.
I step inside and find a small, airy, open space in the back garden.
I set my pen down on a shelf and pick up a notebook.
The pages are filled with the names of the people who live there: the family of the late Dr. Arthur E. Strain, who died in 2016, and his daughter, Dr. Christine Strain.
The Strain family, which had lived in the house since 1893, has been one of my favourites to study since the mid-1990s, when I wrote a book about their history, family, and life.
As I sit down to write the story of this family, I am thinking about the house I lived in in the mid-’70s, a time when I lived next door to a house where the family members and I were separated.
It was a house that had just gone through an awful fire, when my mother and I lost our homes and belongings.
I am sitting in a garden filled with flowers and flowers of my own, and a note that I wrote there: “I wish I had been there.
I wish I’d seen it burn.”
A few weeks before I lost my home, I had a friend visit me in the hospital, when she was in her 30s.
“You look terrible,” I said.
She looked at me and said, “You’re a very old man.
What do you want me to tell you?”
“What you need to tell me is, you’ve got to have a lot of courage,” I replied.
“I’m going to tell that to my son, too.”
I’ve always been very proud of my mother, who was born in 1910, and who was known to be a fighter for social change.
But I was also very proud that she did it all, and her courage was in service of people who weren’t supposed to be fighting for their rights.
I have been very fortunate to live in a society that has always looked at a woman’s work as if it were an important thing, and women have always been treated differently, even though they have done so much for this country.
In the early ’70s and early ’80s, I worked as a reporter for the Globe and Mail, and one of the most powerful things about that job was that the reporters who came to me to interview women who wanted to come out in the media were men.
I was able to make a career out of this, which meant that I had more access to these women and the women who were there, and they were much more willing to speak to me about their experiences, their fears, their hopes.
That was a privilege that women had in the ’70g and ’80g.
The Strain house, built in the early 1900s, is in a small community on a property called the Hill, where the Strain siblings lived in their old home.
Dr. St.rain was a member of the Church of the Brethren and the Church’s chief scientist.
His wife, Christine St.ress, was a scientist who had been at the University of California at Berkeley.
E.E. and Ethel Strain were prominent members of the Society for the Study of Man and the Cosmos, the scientific community’s oldest scientific association.
(The St.ains are the main subjects of a new book, which I’m writing about.)
They were also scientists who were active in the community, and Dr. Ethel was a community leader who had an interest in community health and well-being.
I think Dr. J.D. and Drs.-E.E., Christine and Christine St-rain, and all the other women who came out of the Stills’ lives were the kind of people I wanted to be friends with.
In their own way, they were heroes.
They had been on a mission to help the poor and the sick, to help people who were on the margins of society.
They were all doing good things, and it was a very uplifting thing to be part of that.
As a woman in the 1950s, you saw all of this happen, and there was a sense of pride in it.
It gave you a sense that women could do good.
In fact, women, especially the more educated women, were a bit of a liability in that era, because they didn’t speak up.
When you came out, you had to be very careful about speaking up because you might be ostracized or you might get the