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Katerina insisted that Oia’s sunsets were the best in the world. When my Greek friend – voice punctuated by exclamation points and national pride – spoke about her homeland, her enthusiasm left little room for doubt. So we […]
An anecdote: I don’t remember volunteering to play at their funerals. Instead, I recall the underlying weariness and humble desperation of a neighborhood familiar with midnight knife fights, alcohol addictions, drug […]
Call me cliche, but the greenest green I’ve ever seen grows around the mossy stones of Blarney Castle, County Cork. Thrice I have kissed the mystical stone, and thrice I […]
Every month or so, (deadlines are dusty), I review one book or article that captures the spirit of foreign existence. This month, I’m proud to share an author from my […]
“I asked an impulsive question… what if we did not go home, what if we kept traveling? Should you not listen well to the questions you ask out of nowhere? […]