Too Many Cucumbers
I don’t like or dislike cucumbers. They are fresh and sweet, the seeds are not deliciously crunchy like pomegranates, but...
I don’t like or dislike cucumbers. They are fresh and sweet, the seeds are not deliciously crunchy like pomegranates, but...
I took a break from this blog over the holidays. A chance to think, read and figure out better stories,...
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...
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...
Theirs is an Irish country house with many cookbooks, smartly mismatched glasses and dishes, a soft purple sofa and a...
My friend Petra always loved to sleep, since the time we were in college. Years later, she was single and...
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