The Happiness Hypothesis

When I got home for Christmas last December, it was the complete opposite of what I expected my arrival to be like. I thought I’d be greeted by both my delicious chocolate labradors; I thought I’d be jobless, I thought I’d slip back into the routine I’d had before I left for an entire year […]

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The Art of Lost

The first time I felt really physically lost was when I started driving in Trinidad. The roads are badly planned and a little pokey. The asphalt is piled higher than the sidewalks and dips into the drains. Streets are thrown wherever in a typical lazy, Caribbean aesthetic. Sweden we are not. It can be hard […]

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Rum and Change

Transitions are complete shit. Lately, I’ve read so many online diatribes about inner peace and the law of attraction. You know what Elizabeth Gilbert, suck my dick. Big magic my butt. I’m figuring out how to be both grateful for what I have and pissed off at what I don’t, it’s realistic. Yet frustratingly there is […]

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You Can’t Go Home Again

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, […]

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Rejects From Book

In November 1932, Cayman Brac (one of a trio making up The Cayman Islands) was hit by what is now referred to as “the Cuba Hurricane.” It was a category five storm, which is the worst you can get. It was worse than the worst. The ocean roared like a lion as the giant waves […]

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I’ve always hated exams. Probably because I’m terrible at them, something about the being tested thing, I’ve routinely felt throughout my life that I had nothing to prove to anyone, so who gives a shit if some stiff thinks I’m worthy of top marks? I know I am, isn’t that enough?  Apparently not. The tests […]

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The Noon Day Demon

“You have Anhedonia.” Said the psychiatrist.  “Oh thank goodness, thought I was just a mess.” I pondered. “What is Anhedonia?” I asked. “It’s the opposite of Hedonism, you derive pleasure from nothing. It’s a symptom of depression.” Said the psychiatrist. “Oh, well that sounds about right, drug me up!” said I, in so many words. This wasn’t […]

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Bathtub Couch

A friend of mine said my writing is rambling and not positive, I have no clue what she meant by that. “If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s, then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name.” Holly Go-Lightly is my spirit animal, well one of many, usually dependent […]

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