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Wrathful Wiccan Wikipedians
How accurate is the information we receive via wikipedia, anyway?
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The Lady in the Boot
I once knew a woman like these three girls,” said Kamanga, “who think they are too good for some men.
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On this Day
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.
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A Tale of Two Rice Fields
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.
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Art and Good Government
. 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 ...
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Buyer’s Remorse
I can deal with the snoring. The problem is that we bought a house. Buying a sweater is hard enough
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To the Country that Created Us
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 ...
Four Days: A Provocation
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. ...
The Dark I Know Well
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.
Methods of Escape
The cop climbs in the back seat and introduces himself, Naim. Like many Afghans he has just one name.
The Perils
I don’t remember the kid’s name; the only impression he made on me was his face: scabbed over, crusted with dried blood all across his chin.
How are you fine thank you
“Η καρδιά. Yi kardiá. Heart.”
“Η βάρκα. Yi várka. Boat.”
“Η χώρα. Yi hóra. Country.”
Ode to our open-minded, modern young men
Forgive them, for they like their women dead
A Writing Group, and Horses
What, a friend who came to visit me asked, is a writing group?
It’s just like a barn, I said. Horses.
The Card Players: A Noctambulist’s Guide to Florence
For me, the colony of lights that speckle the midnight city is always preferable to the monarchic blaze of the summer sky.
Nothing Personal
My grandfather and his best friend made the trip to the coast to find that the only work to be had was picking fruit for ten cents an hour.
The Birthday Party
One husband, two sons. Alive. Limbs and faculties intact. I got away with it?
Unity
Freedom comes at high costs, and requires plenty of responsibility…Latvia learned this the hard way. And it is a lesson, and a price, my adopted home country of the ...
Two Landscapes and a Dismal Science
I had taken some thirty years ago – a walk that had stunned and disturbed me at the time, but which I had since almost forgotten…
Dear Singapore
It was thirteen years ago that I set foot on your shores, as a starry-eyed, newly married, first-time expat.