The sun beats through the humid air, upon the stone and dirt streets. High cumulus clouds drift above the heavy-forest limestone mountains.
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The train between Mexico City and Nuevo Laredo was called the Águila Azteca (Aztec Eagle). Within a year of this ride, this passenger train service – along with dozens upon dozens ...
He indicated a solitary rose drooping against a cracked wall in which curious lizards cocked their heads, and then he swept his arms encompassing everything around us.
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There are three cats in this story: two dead; one dying, then dead. There is one man. Also dying, then dead. This is a true story.
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Sitting in the Cricketers pub, I listened as Grandma asked me whether I typically experienced difficulties “passing stools.” She seemed disappointed when I told her, “No, I didn’t.” I was ...
The house I’ve lived in with my family for the past two years is spacious and newly renovated. The comforts are numerous, the company good. But in the spring of ...
Courtesy of the author.
Angela stood in the doorway. Black jeans, nice coat, expensive trainers. I thought she was one of the posh wives with a donation: a Waitrose carrier bag ...
The 21st of February is International Mother Language Day – the most celebrated day worldwide for languages. Grimly, this day also poses a strange paradox – a day that reminds ...
A native Brit living in Berlin experiences Russia.
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Image by Travis Zimmerman from Pixabay
January 2020. We were preparing for a new semester, a doomed semester, but we didn’t know it yet. On the third floor of ...
In the provincial town of Udon Thani, in Northern Thailand, in the middle of a brain-meltingly hot day, my partner and I find a terrace and sit down to have ...
Reflecting on life and life’s lessons.
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Leaving to find yourself.
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When one thing changes everything.
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You see yourself as one of the lucky ones.
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Third place winner of The Art of Reflection Competition 2022
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I guess dads were breakable after all.
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How did he know the deer was a girl?
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Photo by Mattias Ripp
I was lucky. They only took my handbag. Sure, they had to floor me first, because I dared to clutch my possessions.
“Was it at night?” is the ...
Photo by Paola Rizzi
“The more resolutely you plumb the question, ‘Who or what am I?’ – the more unavoidable is the realisation that you are nothing…apart from everything else.”
-Alan W. ...
