Term: Nonfiction
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My friend and I are hanging out at Rockefellers, a popular cosy bar in Abakaliki. A half-outdoor-half-indoor bar. There’s no wall separating the inside from...
I have been walking this street the major part of my life. It is not remarkable, as places gain prominence by postcards or accolades. Its...
Autumn is here, and the last and first time I visited the place was early spring this year. The blue domes hovered above the weather...
The morning did not announce itself as extraordinary. It arrived the way most mornings do—quietly, with the low hum of routine and the unspoken assumption...
At precisely four o’clock, with the sun preparing to slouch behind the sandstone bulk of the Allahabad Fort, I stepped waist-deep into the Ganga at...
A young guy in suction-cup jeans and laced-up white high-tops stares at me, then glances down, then briefly looks ahead as if sending Morse Code....
Ducking underneath a dehydrated llama fetus, I stepped into the shop. The table out front had beckoned, piles of earthy powders, amulets, and bowls of...
In Georgia O’Keeffe’s “Patio Door with Green Leaf,” a small, yellow-green leaf floats in front of a brown-red adobe wall, the colour of earth, the...
On the bus ride down the east coast of the South Island, the jagged shape of the Alps retreated into the distance on their southwesterly...
Most people don’t move into a house they’ve never seen. If not a tour, then at least some photos, but I had neither. It was...
If you want to know what history smells like, arrive in Budapest in June 1991: paprika and pastry, diesel fumes and a faint whiff of...
I had one mission on my summer trip to Miami: numb my mind in warm waves. With other tourists, I boarded the boat, the only...
I was searching for a farm underground, and I could not find it. My mother and I spun around Sangdo Station in a cloud of...
It’s one thing to learn the facts of a tragedy—on March 16, 1988, Iraq carried out a chemical weapon attack against the Kurdish city of...
Sitting at the café at the edge of the world, you watch the ferries, like hulking metal beasts, lumber across the Irish Sea to Dublin....
In a field overlooking the Thames estuary and the coastal plain close to where I live, is an inconspicuous cluster of small concrete structures and...
I was commuting an hour each way to culinary school, working as a local hospital cook, and owed the landlord cash-only for the month at...
The 1967 Avion Tourist trailer of my dreams lies in the small community of El Prado, New Mexico, within Taos County. I didn’t have to...
This morning, I kissed you at the train station where we parted for the day, and I thought how the world whips past – good,...
I had once coordinated counterterrorism operations in a place where bombs went off every other week. Today, I could not transport groceries. I’d spent twenty minutes...
The house I grew up in was built inside an almond orchard, and once the house was built, along with hundreds of others, there were...
The ice beneath my feet is blue-green marble, ancient and impossibly cold. I’m standing on Matanuska Glacier on a cloudy August, one of thirty tourists...
“During peak spawning, you can’t miss them,” I tell the group gathering at Plumb Beach. “But even when they’re not here in massive numbers, if...
I can’t pinpoint when I first started thinking about vultures, but I think it may have been when my husband informed me that a family...
I lay awake in bed under a 15-tog duvet and the crushing weight of loneliness. It was nearly 2 a.m. The street outside was as...
Protesters lined the perimeter of the conference centre holding signs in Spanish: No queremos menos niños. Di no al control poblacional. We do not want...
I went to a beach on the California central coast just to feel like I was on an island again. As the marine layer cleared,...
Rainy season in Jakarta—the kind of downpour that soaks through your clothes, doubles their weight, and leaves you sweating before you’ve moved an inch. I...
I found a B/W photo of us from 1963 taken at a protest march in front of a federal building you’re wearing sunglasses slacks ...
Every time I drive through Washington and Oregon, I get nostalgic. Pine and fir trees cover the hills, snowcapped peaks in the distance—the classic Pacific...