Two people hugging, one wearing a watch and rings.
A couple hugging closely on a city street, with the focus on the woman's long, wavy blonde hair and knitted sweater.

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The Anatomy of A Nightmare
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The Anatomy of A Nightmare

I am not a sociologist or psychiatrist, so I don’t know which is the correct professional term to use about groups such as these – cults, extremists, fanatics, echo chamber lunatics – so I stick to my chosen term: Monsters!

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Return to Happiness

Return to Happiness

Life can be a rotten deal sometimes, but that does not mean everything in your life has been bad, even if it feels like that when you are neck-deep in a situation that seems only to be getting worse by the minute. When life is like that, one of the remedies to stay happy can be the psychological trick of an emotional and visual return to happy moments. It is the same as when you fix your computer by returning to the last point where it worked.

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The Marais

The Marais

Of all the places I have lived in my adult life, the best was the Marais. So I reserve the right to remember and idolize the place, covering up the bad days with the candy floss veil of time. Despite the price level, the lack of greenery, and the almost stale air in the summer, it is a people magnet, and if you have ever been there or been lucky enough to have lived there, you will understand why loved it so much.

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Paris Is Romance, And That's It!

Paris Is Romance, And That's It!

In the '00s, the French state desperately needed to kick their linguistically behind nation into the 21st century. Hence, the jobs in the Parisian language schools were plenty, and they would hire just about anyone, including me. On a dare, I made a bet that I could get a teaching job in a Parisian language school more or less just by showing up, having a university degree, and being able to spell my name. I won the bet. I got the job, and I got a story.  

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Over The Rainbow
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Over The Rainbow

My best friend, my dog, went over the rainbow about a week ago. It has left a hollow, a void, a feeling of being left behind and lost. I had had my dog for 14 years and three months, and he was my best buddy, my soulmate, and I was happy and proud to be his human for all those years. And I am angry with the universe that I could not keep him forever.

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