I’m talking about a story that leaves a scar, an invisible scab that you return to weeks, months, and years after you’d read it. Continue Reading The ...
My grandma never spoke of the loneliness, never mentioned her loss. These unsaid things: these silences run in the family. Continue Reading The Familiar Absence of Words
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I’ve lived. Survived the terrible twos, endured teenage angst, and trudged through mountains of adulthood. Continue Reading Things My Mother Failed to Tell Me – About Ageing
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As the Jeeps rush down the highway, the old man, 73-year-old artist Alvaro Enciso, asks Alicia the names of the dead migrants. Continue Reading Dead Sites
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We are, as writers, the solar collector, the hybrid engine: we take energy from what surrounds us or our remembering of surroundings Continue Reading Writing, and Chaplin
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Unquestionably, my husband was right; there were and still are many things wrong with me. On top of my empty-nest crisis and puppy training, I live with chronic pain. ...
The pool of glowing crimson collecting under it, traces of the life my father had taken, stained the floor for months. It was an art, he said. Continue ...
I arrived to find him sitting at the end of the bar. He was in his late thirties, a few years younger than me, cuter than his photos – a ...
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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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. ...
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 ...
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 ...
A gay man myself, I couldn’t help watching these two twenty-something guys as they walked past hand-in-hand. Continue Reading Men holding hands in public
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