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R.I.P Sandra Bland

Race

Two days ago, Roxanne Gay published an op-ed piece in the NY times about the vulnerability of Black bodies– male and female. She started the article, with words friends and I have used when discussing the racial situation in the U.S,…

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Accept What Is

life

Dear Friends, It’s Saturday afternoon, which means that it’s a flea market day, a beach day, and the day for grilled octopus at the restaurant beside the gas station. In this corner of the world, where the sun washes up in…

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Beach Day in Monte Estoril

life

Words scrawled across the ocean, with the curves and dips of calligraphy, relay a full story: The sound of waves, in no hurry, rolling in, that’s enough; there’s no need for other music The melody of children laughing, as they…

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Open Your Hands and Look

Wellness

Do you see what I see: white fluff floating off trees like light snow; an army of ants finding their way; blue-green aquamarine ocean approaching and retreating; a toddler losing himself in an ice-cream cone; bronzed tingling flesh stretching and…

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Directions To and In the Garden

Wellness

If you journey to the top of the hill, you’ll find a curtain of trees. Thick, dark leaves, yards appearing impenetrable. Stop there. Be patient. When the wind sweeps the green aside, you’ll find a gate. Rap on it three times, the…

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Tenho Saudades Tambem

life, Travel

Saudade is a word in Portuguese and Galician that has no direct translation in English. It describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object…

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What Would Thoreau Think Of Facebook?

life

It’s the middle of the night. Thoughts were layering themselves like a lasgana in my head; and soon, I realized that I was still asleep. It was necessary to get up and write the words down, before they overcrowded me….

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A New Beginning in Fontainhas, Cascais

Portugal

Dear Friends, When I opened my bedroom window, and soon after the kitchen window, the views were identical: raindrops suspended on the edge of the frame, white houses and apartment buildings with rust-colored roofs, large trees, the sea. Yesterday, I moved…

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Movements of Silence

life

In front of Pastelaria Pau de Canela, a boy, in a tie-dye shirt, runs past the pigeons causing them to flutter, surge and fall. They move as one. The boy’s not running to anything or from anything; he’s not racing…

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O Pescador (The Fisherman)

Portugal, Travel

The voices in the restaurant almost drown out the strains of music. Only three tables are occupied, yet the room seems full– perhaps, it’s the kerosene lamps hanging from the ceiling, the low wooden beams, the black and white paintings,…

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