The Weekly Escape

I met your friend Lucy today. She gave me a lift to the train station in Beacon and we had...

I didn’t grow up with snow, or cold weather. Cold in São Paulo, Brazil, means if you wear a leather...

I postponed a trip to Portugal for a long time. Brazil, my country of birth, was a Portuguese colony from...

Nowadays, this story would never be possible, but it happened more than twenty years ago, when we didn’t have cell...

(Inspired by the painting “Professional Losers”, by Agata Kus)   It was a time of late nights, underground jazz clubs,...

           They are two sister islands, Skellig Michael and Little Skellig. They lie lonely and majestic,...

Last week, I almost set off fireworks to celebrate the Literature Nobel Prize for the writer Olga Tokarczuk. A dear...

The classroom looks like a small library and smells of ancient wood. The writing prompt is to describe your life...