From behind the walls, always, I could smell it, women lighting fires for cooking and the aroma of toasting millet rose with the smoke. Continue Reading Pounding
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I still maintained the faint desire to have a go in the ring and it remained an unfulfilled ambition. Continue Reading The Wrestlers
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The singer shuffles onto stage and it’s like seeing an old family friend who hasn’t been around for a while. His face is getting lined and his stage presence is ...
How accurate is the information we receive via wikipedia, anyway? Continue Reading Wrathful Wiccan Wikipedians
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I once knew a woman like these three girls,” said Kamanga, “who think they are too good for some men. Continue Reading The Lady in the Boot
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Hannah, we care about you and the memories you share here. We thought you’d like to look back on this photo of you from exactly five years ago today. ...
Now I am standing before this timelessly powerful monument, breathing the cold air in awe, remembering the House of David and the crusades, thinking that this is the source, this ...
In the end, perhaps it is these mementoes and relics, the ones that exist only to be bought and burnt up, that tell us the most about what we value. ...
. The didactic purpose of the frescos is clear from the strap-line at the base of the Allegory of Good Government, which begins “Turn your eyes to behold her, you ...
Women, from a young age, are conditioned to be the diplomats, the carers, the ones who absorb the blame. And so a woman who is distressed might stage a silent ...
I can deal with the snoring. The problem is that we bought a house. Buying a sweater is hard enough Continue Reading Buyer’s Remorse
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With every cell of my body feeling like I don’t belong here any more and will never ever want to, I heard every graffiti letter, every foul corner, every turnstile ...
One beer down, but more drunk on the charming bookstore I’m sitting in, this stark difference between a world long gone (Lisbon in the 1930s) and a world very much ...
So this is East Germany, 1972. We scramble for our passports, watching passengers exit under machine guns aimed at our train from atop nineteenth-century iron catwalks arching above the tracks. ...
It’s always one of two nightmares: I’m either trapped in a room with a many-faced man, or he’s chasing me into the street outside my childhood home. ...
The cop climbs in the back seat and introduces himself, Naim. Like many Afghans he has just one name. Continue Reading Methods of Escape
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In her collection of essays, At Home in the New World, Maria Terrone explores the world through the lens of an Italian-American New Yorker. This is a fascinating collection of ...
“I’m tired of talking about race,” a white male friend said to me. “We’re all equal, we all get the same opportunities; we all got the same rights now.” ...
Did I want to find out? When my sister was killed, it broke my family – both its individual members and the larger whole. Continue Reading The ...
“Until you can show me a system that’s gonna yield more results and more personal wealth and more freedom than capitalism, that’s it baby!” Continue Reading Down the ...
