Open the nearest paperback, crack it open, and take a good, deep whiff. Nice, right? I’m not going to tell you how many dust mites
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Open the nearest paperback, crack it open, and take a good, deep whiff. Nice, right? I’m not going to tell you how many dust mites
I love benches. I have spent hours of my life on them watching, writing, reading, dreaming, napping – in parks, on city streets, at airports,
Evening falls in La Candelária neighborhood in Bogotá, Colombia. Clouds drape the eastern hills overlooking the old city. Church bells toll, and pigeons break into
Tonight I am writing in an owl nightie, granny panties and a vintage blue puffy vest with a large orange and white chevron that meets
Toward the end of August, I traveled to Edinburgh to catch the end of the annual Fringe Festival, a month-long celebration of theatre, dance, comedy,
When I was younger, I was proud of my balance. I skied. I skateboarded. I walked curbs without falling. In retrospect, I suspect my self-esteem