The Dalian Truth of False Memories And Criticism

The first time I went to Sitges, I ate an unseasonal chicken-mango salad, in spring. I met a Mexican girl who shared the meal with me because we were the only two non-Catalan speakers in the  Romantic Museum Can Llopis. The luxury that alone-travel afforded me was these meetings with strangers. Conversations were free of judgement and surprisingly intimate….

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For the Love of Small Spaces

As a kid I enjoyed playing with pillows to create my own house. My favorite memories of a space I yearned for was my cousin’s small nook in a large family house. Growing up in a populous country with fewer noiseless or private spaces, a little distinction made me feel snug. I LOVE small, confined spaces. These include small seats…

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#30DaysofMusic: Radiohead, Creep

I’m not a Radiohead fan. It’s a band I’ve know for a while, and not really killed myself for. Like my husband does. Give him a pensive evening, he feels Radiohead like they’re in his head. I like music that reminds me to stay happy or fly away. Literally, take the cape and fly away…

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#Newinthecity: An Evening At Nashville, Tennessee

As was norm in our time in Europe, we’d pack our holiday bags, especially over “bridge days” and run off to neighboring countries. We visited France twice in two months. I still feel the saddest part about leaving Europe was Arles. And the very many ski resorts in Austria. And trains. And well, never mind. Now…

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