by Mary Seychell
My story goes back to December 9th, 1956. It is a date that is etched into my brain. Here’s what happened. Together with my boyfriend (now my husband), my aunt and her 3 children, I went on a stroll along the sea cliffs, ‘tal- Munxar’, limits of St.Thomas’ Bay. Continue reading
by Leli Brincat from Malta
In my search to find answers to my most serious questions, my life took some big turns. First, I was born and raised a Roman Catholic. Being such I followed many traditions and laws, did what the priest told me to do and participated in the feasts. Yet that all did not give me the answers I needed and so I was searching.
Hi, my name is Wayland and I was a homeless for many years. I lived in a self made plastic tee-pee for 3 to 4 years. I slept and stayed under a bridge for 2 very cold years and after that in tents. I kept on in this way so long that it took quit a few tents! However, right now I’m in an apartment with a good bed and a great bathroom – hallelujah! However, there’s still a tent under my bed – but only for emergencies! Continue reading