Life and Culture
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Grasmere Whispers and Still Waters
The third morning opened in shades of silver, green and hotel beige. Light crept through the…
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Chickenjoy Chronicles: Liverpool Edition
I would love to tell you that Liverpool became one of my favourite cities to visit…
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THREE YEARS AWAY, FORTY-SEVEN THINGS TO EAT
My stomach had apparently been planning this holiday longer than I had. By the time I…
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Every Bend Has Its Becoming
Rivers have always made returning look deceptively easy. They bend, disappear behind mountains, slip past towns,…
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THE LIVES WE ALMOST LIVED
The woman sitting across from me on the train has absolutely no idea that she is…
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I will return for round two. Preferably toothache-free.
Three years ago, I packed not just a suitcase, but a vision. A quiet, trembling hope…
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THE UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASURE OF BEING RIGHT
Somewhere in the world, two people are probably arguing about the correct way to load a…
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I’m only trying to help.
There is a particular kind of person who insists on telling you how to live your…
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Friendship is not supposed to keep people small enough to remain convenient.
Okay, okay— before anything else, I should probably address the very confident promise I made about…
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I’m sorry, I didn’t understand. Could you repeat that?
There are several ways to discover that you are still very much a foreigner in England.…
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Dreaming in Dean Village, Scotland
The first thing I remember was the light. It was thin and grey, sliding over Edinburgh’s…
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THE DEBT THAT MONEY CANNOT SETTLE
There is something rather suspicious about a gift that comes with a calculator. Not immediately, of…
