Throughout the first half of the pandemic, I was single. And added to that, I was very much looking for love. When I think back […]
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When I was in my teens, my Dad decided to build his own hot tub in the back garden. He completed the design; dug a […]
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Back in September, I signed up for an account on Instagram again. For context, I had a profile from early 2015 to mid-2019 and chose […]
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A week ago, I returned from Greece, where I was fortunate enough to celebrate my thirtieth birthday. In addition to the crystal-clear waters, mouth-watering cuisine, […]
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Ever since I can remember, strangers and friends alike have commented on how softly I speak. This isn’t something that I find particularly bothersome; other […]
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As a teenager, I remember the vigour with which my mother tried to find an alcoholic drink that I liked the taste of. I remember […]