A daughter reflects on her father who died of lung cancer and the recollection of his expulsion from a monastery in Asia, his love of birds and their conversations.
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To wash away the blood of bulls and heretics, a trio of Hispano-Bretones draw six tons of bronze from the Casa de Campo.
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Facing eviction from his tiny mouse-ridden damp house, a young man watches his girlfriend struggle to keep up with her fellow students via remote learning, while pondering how to dispose ...
An introspective look at the world in light of our new reality.
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Can’t remember when a week last felt like a month, a month like the distant past.
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“God bless the Free Syrian Army!” a boy cries on an overcast, frigid February afternoon, his breath as gray as his surroundings, “God bless the Free Syrian Army!”
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An autobiographical essay, that moves between past and present, told by a young woman who describes the aftermath of the 29th of November 2019 stabbing of two people at a ...
I had an affair with the star’s husband. She was having an affair with the husband of someone who didn’t know. Fortunately for the star, hypocrisy is no more a ...
I’m not sure what I want out of dating and my inner feminist is nervous.
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What she could have asked me might have been whether I thought I was good enough to marry someone else, and perhaps our conversation could have yielded something different. I ...
The Covid-19 emergency has pushed Italian communities – as well as the rest of the world – to start dancing and singing on balconies. While the victims are tragically increasing, ...
Let any number of women be represented as points in space-time and you will always be able to find a surface that connects them.
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Towards the end of our time in Mozambique, my wife and I had arranged to meet a friend in Metangula, a small strip of a town on the shores of ...
“We see what happens when you persecute people. They fold into themselves…”
—Mahershala Ali, 2017 SAG Awards Acceptance Speech
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Then I stood and waited, silent, with my arms clasped behind me…I knew them by their smell, or the way they walked, or the cadence of their voice.
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Having spent my entire life in a classroom, I finally graduated from university in 2015.
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Not that, at twelve, I believed in Saint Nick, but in my desperation I wasn’t above begging for a miracle.
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When he started walking, he would throw himself against walls.
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I still remember the unceremonious jostling and daily turf-battles that took place between tourists, townies and students in the beleaguered city centre.
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That’s what she’s doing now, on the train, for her boyfriend. You could come in on it if you want.
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