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Every so often, the fairies or nymphs or whichever other magical creatures it is who stock the kitchenette at my place of work leave a large bowl of fruit out on the counter, a gift to keep us healthy little workers, staving off scurvy and providing respite from gorging ourselves…
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It is September, and I am about to click Confirm Order on a Hobonichi agenda for 2023, four ridiculous months in advance. I’d like to credit this event…
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This wasn’t supposed to be a reflection on the 1987 John Hughes film, though as I type this sentence, I am beginning to reconsider this decision as my…
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It was the Friday before Christmas, and mercifully we had been let out from work at noon. With a whole afternoon before me, I was eager not to waste it…
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Reader! Happy New Year! It feels good to be back, stretching the old writing muscles, creaky as they may be, as we enter into 2023. So many fresh pages…
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A blemish on the miracle that is 21st century, first-world living is the crush of consumerism, the constant inundation of cheap goods, disposable goods…
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Sometimes the things we love wend their way into our lives in the most unassuming of ways. A number of years ago, trawling the library catalogue for…
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The sound of a voice drifts in and out, and though the language is familiar, you can’t seem to extract meaning from what is being said. You follow the…
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