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On Living a Symbolic Life
Earlier this week, I took the train to Roermond to visit Het Oude Kerkhof, one of the oldest cemeteries in the Netherlands. I was feeling restless and needed a walk. Heading southeast of the train tracks, along Kapellerlaan Avenue, I stopped to admire the views of the River Roer and the Neo-Renaissance…
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On Life in the Netherlands Three Years On
It’s been a while since I last wrote here so I wanted to take a moment to catch you up. After Italy we, we decided to move to the Netherlands. We have now been living in the Netherlands for three years. We started out in a small studio in South Limburg, in…
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A Book That Changed Me
In the spring of 2017, a story I had been telling myself for years — the one that defined who I loved, how I loved, how I accepted love, and how I saw myself — collapsed. The sheer shock of how badly I had been beaten put me into a state of…
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The Butterfly Shaman
In celebration of the spring equinox I am reposting this piece. For me it is timely reminder to hold fast in the midst of dissolution. Without getting into details, the past few weeks have been about dealing with sudden changes that were outside my control and holding faith that there is a…
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On Life in Southern Italy / Part Two
After our pizza and wine at Stazione Termini, we caught a six-hour train south to Bari Central. We arrived close to midnight, but the streets were still full of people. My flat on Via Niccolò Piccinni was close enough that we walked hand in hand, pulling our luggage behind us. The next…
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On Life in Southern Italy / Part One
A month prior to when this photo was taken, I arrived in Istanbul full of hope and anticipation. I had spent the past few months researching European law to see whether it was possible for me to bring my partner back home with me to live in Italy. We met while teaching…
