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A Lady Touched My Elbow Once

I couldn’t speak, and the woman was kind enough to expand upon her reasons for her unsolicited and prolonged caress of a part of my body I just assume no one, ever, for any reason, should ever touch.

I should accept that this place has always been an island

After class, I walk toward the exit looking—like my students—not toward the future but at my phone’s screen.

The Wrong Kind of Good

On playing netball at school in South Africa

Tour of Babel Primary category in which blog post is published

The Art of Arranging Yourself

On resourcefulness as a national trait.