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“I am in between. Trying to write to be understood by those who matter to me, yet also trying to push my mind with ideas beyond the everyday. It is another borderland I inhabit. Not quite here nor there. On good days I feel I am a bridge. On bad days I just feel alone.”
What drives the urge to explore?
Let’s just say my husband’s decision to marry a ‘ghori’ wasn’t a cause for celebration among his relatives.
I weighed just 91lbs but the burden of anorexia was incalculable.
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Zealous muslim converts strike out for Syria in droves answering the Islamist call to jihad, but this one’s eyeing the back door…
The Monarch butterfly’s migration is one of the most amazing in the insect world – which makes for a fascinating school science project.
How much of my father’s behaviour was a result of his illness, and how much was his real personality?
…and you stand there vacant as a sixties flowerchild – mind scrabbling for a trace, a scrap, a glistening nugget of memory that will bring the two-day void back into focus.
‘What DID we do?’
The weather has steadily grown more humid in the past week, as if to taunt us. The first day of school dawned a sticky 30 degrees on the humidex…
Next week I’ll walk my children to school and, instead of having S’s incomparable company for the return journey, I’ll be walking back alone…
Between the ages of twelve and thirteen I discovered being funny made switching schools easier. I found this poem I wrote back then that could have applied to the comic luminary we lost earlier this week.
I heard the news of Robin Williams’ death late on Monday and felt the familiar, hypocritical shock when I learned it was suicide…
It’s funny, when I was fifteen I was convinced I was born in the wrong time. I should have existed in 1950’s New York … as James Dean
I’m pretty sure they shouted ‘SURPRISE!!!’ but it’s a little fuzzy…
Getting my diagnosis was like being handed a key to my prison, not a life sentence.
My mother sat me down at the table, “I think you’re old enough now to understand… your father’s not well”
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