DISCREET AND CONFIDENTIAL ENCOUNTERS
Renee Albright has not looked at her watch in four years. This is not an exaggeration or a spiritual statement.…
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There is a particular quality to a Canberra Sunday in early autumn. The light turns honeyed, the air carries the…
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The Known City She has memorized the city in sound. The distant rumble of the UP Express as it bends…
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Some people live in one city their whole lives. I live in two, simultaneously. There’s the Seattle of light rail…
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The morning ritual of a married lesbian in London is rarely captured in the glossy pages of a Sunday supplement,…
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The apartment smells of beeswax and the particular must of old books that have been read too many times. On…
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I didn’t know I was invisible until someone saw me. The 401 was down to one lane last Tuesday. Three…
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The Yorkshire Evening Post ran a story the other day about Karl Darlow leaving Leeds United. I read it on…
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The meeting had run long, as meetings in Los Angeles always do, not because the agenda demanded it, but because…
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It was the silence that made me notice. Not the absence of sound, Cardiff Bay is never truly quiet, with…
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