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March 7, 2019

‘Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life? We are determined to be starved before we are hungry.’

- Henry David Thoreau, Walden

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By ten to twelve, the queue is already long and stretched around the pavement. At its he...

February 28, 2019

She would move nine times in ten years, and every time, in a London black cab. She used to say that she did not need to own more than one cab ride could fit.

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There were of course, her books. Only those she owned, though: two...

February 21, 2019

One Thursday morning, a third grade teacher walked into her classroom and asked the blue eyed children to stand on one side, and on the other, the brown eyed.

Norman Rockwell - The Problem We All Live With, 1963

Every blue eyed child was asked to wear a green paper armba...

February 7, 2019

I once knew a girl who lived in a peach house at number 17, Swann Street. It was not a physical place. It was in her head, but it was still very real. Some would call it mental illness. More specifically, anorexia. Whatever its name, more girls go there than you think,...

January 31, 2019

The nurses wheeled someone into the room at eleven thirteen p.m. Late. Perhaps not by the standards of the outside world, but disastrously so in here.

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The antepartum floor was no place of rest to begin with, with the const...

January 24, 2019

‘I promised him champagne, Alyosha, on top of everything else, if he brought you to me. Let’s have champagne, I’ll drink, too!’

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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It was 2003 and they were both young and poor and...

January 17, 2019

The bathroom tiles, if one squints and tilts one’s head, look like little hearts have been strewn on the floor in sets of three blue, purple, or green squares against the sterile white background. White dominates the rest of the thirteenth floor, and the walls, ceiling...

January 10, 2019

Something incredible happened on the night of January 6. Thousands of years ago, three kings arrived on horse – or camel - back to a little town called Bethlehem, carrying gold, myrrh, and frankincense. They had left their kingdoms to cross a desert and give these pres...

January 3, 2019

I could see the chestnuts roasting, not on an open fire but on an antique stove blackened with charcoal, the taste of soot part of the charm. I could see the folks all dressed up like Eskimos, plodding though, not dashing, through the snow. And if I listened closely, I...

December 27, 2018

This was not part of the programme we were handed as children. Bedtime stories did not cover life; just enchantments, heroism, love triumphant. We made our plans accordingly. Those, since, have been often altered, the only constants being change and time itself. And th...

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