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London Fog
After six years away from London, I found it uncanny how easily I was able to navigate the tube and streets. It felt as though time had not past and that I was twenty again. I wandered aimlessly, or...
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Dirty Little Stop-Out in London
Dirty Little Stop-Out My name used to be Portland I left the city of roses Only to acquire its identity Soho strangers colliding Banter of dead bodies Deemed it so Flirtatious fumblings Led to...
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Leaving London
London in one word: Bittersweet. There is too much history here, and it haunts my present. As much as I have enjoyed this visit, it is good that I am leaving London. I spent my time here well,...
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The Endless Trek and Life Without Expectations
Two years ago, I would not have thought that my life would take me where I am now. I am nursing, not as a career, but as a volunteer, writing professionally and creatively, living in Honduras,...
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Scunthorpe-My British Family
Still ill with the ever-present sniffle/cough, I left for Scunthorpe to visit my host family from when I studied abroad in London six years ago. My mum, who nursed me to health back then, did the same...
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Bristol-Harry Potter!
After mad posting to make up for the time without my phone, I have finally caught up to current location. With all my resistance to technology, I have to say I have grown to love this little phone...
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Machismo is Not Culture
I recently was discussing with a friend in Copan the word culture and how we both thought it was often misused to make excuses for unacceptable treatment of women and children. Until she had brought...
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