When I was younger, I was rather foolish. This absentminded mindset once saw me spend the night sleeping on the pavement of Trafalgar Square. Never again.
Being angry all the time is a way of life, but it is also an art form. Sustaining momentum in this endeavour is tricky, but workable. Here’s how.
I’ve recently hit the jackpot, I’ve turned 30, and I’ve moved to a new city. Making new friends has pang of familiarity about it beyond 30. But here’s what I’ve learned.
There’s been nothing but kind words for The Book of Mormon, but upon seeing it, I’m wondering if we’re missing something important.
While I’m currently gainfully employed, I’ve lost many jobs along the way. Unsure what I’ve learned exactly, but this is how I started from the bottom and got to here.
I might be an Australian who has travelled to most of the world, but the worst sight to be seen may certainly be my fellow citizens.
While the hammer might have judged Brett Kavanaugh innocent, the cluelessness of sex and consent remains. Education starts at school, as it did with me.
I traipsed the Western Sahara with a man named Ahmed, a portly character big on tunes, hospitality but not the working class.
Recently I travelled to Bolivia and Cerro Rico, the mountain infamous for taking the lives of locals.
The last time I travelled to Mexico, I weaved my way through neighbouring Guatemala. The only problem was explaining who my guide was to customs.
Claire Harris shares a moment of Morocco as two locals show her, past the parties, past the music, life as they wait for it to take them elsewhere.