The Foam Knot
The divorce papers came through two weeks ago on a Tuesday, and I was on a train to Gafuriysky District by Friday.
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The divorce papers came through two weeks ago on a Tuesday, and I was on a train to Gafuriysky District by Friday.
I've been up here on Spitsbergen for two years now, and I can tell you the airport in Longyearbyen is not built for drama.
The week after Thanksgiving at Snowdrift Lodge is what we call the dead zone.
My editor called it a "career-lite assignment," which is her way of saying it won't get you a raise but it might get you out of the house.
I was sitting at a café on the cliff road in Vila do Mar, drinking a lager I didn't really like and thinking about my marriage in the…
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