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Dorota Blumczyńska

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CEO @ManitobaMuseum | Board Member @musecdn | I am a Refugee | Public Speaker | Educator | Activist | Advocate | Storyteller | I ❤️ Wpg |

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Many Manitobans have special memories of the Manitoba Museum. So do I. ☺️ 34 yrs ago, shortly after arriving in 🇨🇦, we visited the Museum… and loved it! Today is my mama’s bday, I sit here remembering this wonderful moment, holding her in my ❤️, grateful for our time together.

Many Manitobans have special memories of the @ManitobaMuseum. So do I. ☺️ 34 yrs ago, shortly after arriving in 🇨🇦, we visited the Museum… and loved it! Today is my mama’s bday, I sit here remembering this wonderful moment, holding her in my ❤️, grateful for our time together.
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Please consider this wonderful opportunity to volunteer with the Manitoba Museum. Your expertise, knowledge, and skills will contribute to realizing our strategic plan and fulfilling our mission. I’m happy to answer any questions you may have.

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I recently met a colleague’s mom when she visited the Museum. We’re close in age, my colleague and I, so it surprised me that her mom looked like a grandma. I hadn’t realized my memories weren’t aging; that my mama was forever young and I was growing old alone. I miss her.

I recently met a colleague’s mom when she visited the Museum. We’re close in age, my colleague and I, so it surprised me that her mom looked like a grandma. I hadn’t realized my memories weren’t aging; that my mama was forever young and I was growing old alone. I miss her. #Grief
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The window is open just enough for cool air to slide in, the hum of traffic rises and falls with each passing vehicle, the silence momentarily broken. As my audiobook begins to play, my phone resting on the pillow beside me, I give my thoughts over to the reader, no longer alone.

The window is open just enough for cool air to slide in, the hum of traffic rises and falls with each passing vehicle, the silence momentarily broken. As my audiobook begins to play, my phone resting on the pillow beside me, I give my thoughts over to the reader, no longer alone.
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