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Two Poems
Some weeks ago, in the quiet hours of early morning, perhaps just before I woke, I dreamed of a man. I couldn’t see him, yet I remembered him vividly as I often dream about him. His voice, though emanating from the dream realm, felt as close to me as my own thoughts. He spoke to… Read more
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About some women
Women like me are hard to love. We are intense, territorial, and unwilling to conform. Our presence challenges the depths of those around us, and we bear the scars of past wounds,wounds of persecution and strength. We are misunderstood and often judged, both hated and adored, sometimes simultaneously. Because we are concerned with crafting a… Read more
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About Love
In *Wuthering Heights*, one of my favorite books and films, I understand how Cathy’s life is marked by torment once she decides to leave Heathcliff behind—no matter how hard she tries, she can never seem to reach the soul exaltation she finds when near him. I’ve come to realize that these heroines of love stories… Read more
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Art.Life.Love
“I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea.How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How… Read more
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Begging for Life
On a trip to London a few months ago, while taking the metro downtown, a young man, dressed appropriately but looking messy and dirty, entered our carriage and asked for money. He explained that he wasn’t a beggar but that he had lost his job, was struggling to pay his rent, and had been sleeping… Read more
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New Yorker for a Weekend
New York isn’t as delicious as Paris, nor as pompous as London. It’s not as free-spirited as Bangkok or as steeped in history as Prague. Instead, New York is like a vividly colored cocktail—initially bitter, leaving you almost gasping for breath. Yet, you keep sipping, compelled by its intrigue, even as it stings your tongue… Read more
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