When people think of Mexico, mariachis, tacos, tequila and Azteca often come to mind. But when I am asked about my childhood, what surfaces is
Category: Life in Portugal
The Attack Of The Easter Eggs
“The Attack of the Easter Eggs” sounds like a low-budget horror film, but I can assure you, it’s very real, and it’s happening in your
When My Handbag Became A Person
There are moments in life when you realise you are no longer keeping up with the times—you are being gently but firmly dragged behind them
Rest, Refill, Retrain, Return
I woke up yesterday morning with my head spinning, a buzz in my ears, and shortness of breath. I knew without even pulling out the
Raising Brian
The previous attempts in my life to become an avocado parent failed spectacularly for whatever reason, so when I decided to try one more time
I Eat Alone, But Not Lonely
I am often asked what the hardest thing is about living the quiet, reclusive life that I do. In order to answer that, I have
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