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I could tell you’re a yank!

That is a sentence I don’t really ever want to hear. I doubt many expat Americans desire to be told that, in any circumstances, ever. Not only is “yank” a tad bit derogatory, but it immediately conjures – at least … Continue reading

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Religious, Good-Hearted, and just a little bit Vain

as I finish out my last week of this work trip, I’m a little too sequestered in the office for much culturtwining of my own. So in the meantime, please enjoy an oldie but goodie from days yore… Pharmacist, Jordan, … Continue reading

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Making friends at the Chatsworth

“When did you come to the Chatsworth?” I looked up from the screen of my computer, where I’d been lost in a revision. There was an elderly woman with a cane sitting halfway across the room. Had she spoken to … Continue reading

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Michael the Irishman

It was cold. The sun was just bidding its final farewell in a cloudless sky. It was really cold. I was walking in a neighbourhood where my friends had recommended I not walk at night. It was really really cold. … Continue reading

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