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Doubt and grace
It had been a long time since I had felt such doubt. I was in free fall—over a cliff, down, down, down, with no idea where the bottom might be or how hard I might hit. The question which had led me to...
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My favourite part about family meals is the chaos and confusion. The imperfectness of it: overcooked carrots, a disproportionate quantity of gravy, a hair in the soup. The people bring their own...
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“We went to McDonald’s for lunch today,” I overhead a tourist telling her friend on the bus in Rome. “Anything to break up the monotony of pasta and pizza,” she drawled. “I mean, if I see one more...
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