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I have a Pavlovian thing going with my birds. Every time I go outside onto the terrace and down the steps, they watch me. Quietly.

There was a time in my life when I mistakenly believed that asking for help was a sign of weakness, of not being able to

Life in the village has its own momentum. Nothing seems quite as urgent as it does in the city. My days are governed more by

My first car was a Ford Fiesta. I had no say in the colour, the make, the size, the year, the price. I’d been talking

When your world is actually a series of interconnected smaller worlds, sometimes mixing them up doesn’t go so well. I have lots of worlds of

There was a time in my life when I shopped needlessly and endlessly. I bought stuff I couldn’t afford, stuff I’d never wear, stuff that

Earlier this week, I sent out an e-mail to my North American friends, those living within the USA and those living without. I included a

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