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My right honorable wife Theresa May
Everyone always talks about how Benazir introduced us. As if she were the catalyst that ignited a fire destined to burn in our bellies as soon as our eyes locked. But it wasn’t like that at all....
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This piece was originally published by a great online literary magazine called The Wild Word. Nobody believed that I pushed Irena into the Sava. But I did. I didn’t even feel anything as I watched her...
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On bonnets and bunnies
For the last three months, LSH and I have been washing our clothes and dishes in the bathtub. At first it felt kind of rustic. I imagined myself in a bonnet, whistling as I wrung out a sopping pair of...
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There is a man in a wheelchair who is nearly always in the café where I go to write. We have a history. A long time ago, he stopped me on the street and asked me to take him home. His head droops to...
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Dispatches from isolation
I had a friend in college. One of those brilliant, troubled types. A writer and a chemist. He used to make his own drugs. Ordered the ingredients online. Mixed them in his bedroom. I remember sitting...
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A brief treatise on the unmatched joy of a bad holiday movie, watched in Pyjamas
“I am not enjoying this ironically,” I tell LSH. We are on the couch, watching A Christmas Prince: The Royal Wedding, the second instalment in a Netflix trilogy set in the fictional country of...
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just ice cream
It was just ice cream. Fancy, overpriced stuff from Hackescher Markt. But it seemed like we weren’t the only ones in line who were giddy at the prospect of it. We’d decided to get the train into town....
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Mama
“I’m just going to stitch you up,” said the doctor. “You’ve lost quite a bit of blood.” She was kneeling on the floor, looking between my legs. “Okay,” I said. “Thank you.” It was just before 5 in the...
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“It`s positive.” The paedetrician`s assistant had been first to see the stripe. Our poor little chicken: snot-encrusted, phlegm-filled, glassy-eyed. Her red-hot forehead buried in my chest. We had all...
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Bobo! How my daughter´s literary tastes and mine align
Remember daily vlogs? Oh, I used to love them! The more mundane the better. I`m talking teeth-brushing (does the stranger on the Internet pace restlessly and dribble the way I do?) grocery shopping...
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