Life and Culture
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I WAS ONLY LOOKING FOR BREAKFAST.
I opened the fridge looking for breakfast and found yesterday instead. The cold air hit my…
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ON TIME WAS NEVER PROMISED.
The departure board changed again before I had finished reading it. Platform 3 became Platform 5.…
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THE THREE DOTS DISAPPEARED.
Three dots appeared on the screen and disappeared before they became a sentence. Then they came…
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A Winter Team Experience Worth Remembering
Primal Mastery Last week, in the middle of winter—when the cold cuts sharper and the wind…
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THE PRESENT HAD TERRIBLE MARKETING.
The old calendar was still tucked beneath a stack of papers, which felt slightly accusatory considering…
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Christmas, Cebuano Edition: Now Serving in Britain
My mother came to the UK in December, which meant two things immediately: I was very…
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Under One Star
Christmas has two temperatures in my memory. One is warm enough for open windows, electric fans…
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When Help Crosses Oceans: Balamban’s Quiet Battle After Typhoon Tino
There are times in our lives when distance becomes painfully loud — when the places we…
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I DIDN’T KNOW WHICH SKY TO LOOK AT.
Reflections | Sunday Slow Diary (Belated Tuesday Edition) The sky above me exploded red, then gold,…
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Autumn, and the Taste of Home
The park looked as though someone had spilled a box of old pigments across it. Burnt…
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Nice People, Not My Cup of Tea
Living in Britain has taught me many things, including that tea can apparently resolve situations I…
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THE TREE BENT. THE LAW SHOULDN’T.
The coconut leaves were making that restless sound I remember from home—the dry, rapid clatter of…
