bad things can happen to us and maybe, we don’t know that they were bad. until much later. we struggle to find the words to describe them. we’ve misplaced our emotions - like anger, like outrage, like disgust - and instead we find ways to swallow the discomfort,
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a report on my third week living in Paris: eating éclair in the park, hail storm weather, the beekeeper, the used bookshop owner, a contact improv class
Read Morea new life happens when the unfamiliar becomes known - not with the mind, but with the body. and with the heart.
Read MoreI'm writing to you from an Iranian cafe in Paris, a few blocks from where I live now. a friend told me that downstairs, there is the dance of the whirling dervishes, and that the grey-haired owner is a maestro of the Persian drum. I feel comfortable here — an immigrant in an immigrant's world.
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