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The Heart is a Library Hunter

My first memories belong to the surreal landscape of childhood. Cushioned in tenderness, they flicker a blurred reel of mango trees, mud pies and mosquito screens. Occasionally, through the fuzz, concrete moments come into focus. For me, the first of those is the imprint of a rainy afternoon in a library.

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What Brings Beliefs

If you type ‘Do writers have spirit animals?’ into Google the first two words will lead one into predictable territory

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What Dreams May Come: Unleashing Creativity

I’m neither the first writer to think about dreams nor the first thinker to write about them but access is critical to creativity.

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Ten Nights at the Hotel Murat

In the 17th century a steady stream of English gentry would don heavy linens, fill their wallets with Daddy’s money and make an educational rite of passage through Europe. The Hotel Palazzo Murat, nestled in the green culdera of Positano’s bosom is the sort of place they would end up, and so it seems, have […]

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The day I kissed a dead man

Somewhere in the depths of a Parisian cemetery there is a tombstone with my lipstick on it.

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