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Behind the Blog – The Community You've Never Met

Behind the Blog: The Community You’ve Never Met

I need to tell you something. Two weeks ago, while walking through my local East London park on the way to see my therapist, I opened up Instagram Stories and I started to talk. I told an unknown number of potential viewers a truth: a collection of facts which I’ve been keeping quiet for months now. My dad […]

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Love, Loss and Jewellery, Eight Years On

My mum once pierced her ears with a needle and an ice cube. Well, not exactly. Mum was eighteen, travelling in the US, and it was her American friends who happily volunteered to do the piercing for her; Mum’s friend Lainey who slightly misjudged the needle’s point in Mum’s right earlobe and made the hole a few […]

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Thirteen Hours in Atlanta Airport: Why I’m Flying Back Home

There’s always a quiet spot in an airport, if you look hard enough. Most people who wander the gleaming white corridors and settle briefly in arm-rested chair rows aren’t in need of somewhere calm: they’re about to board a plane for somewhere new, foreign and exciting, and peace and quiet is the last thing on […]

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The Most Beautiful Cemetery I’ve Ever Seen

I have a bit of an affinity for graveyards. As a child, on my family's twice-yearly visits to my grandpa's grave in Somerset, there were three other plots I used to say hello to. None of them were related to me in any way; but one man had died on my birthday, another woman shared […]

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Can Drinking Ayahuasca Change Your Life?

It’s what I’ve heard can happen. And I was dutifully sceptical, as many people often are when regarding things they don’t understand. Ayahuasca’s just a drug, right? A cooked up plant from deep in the rainforest that makes you trip out and hallucinate; a trip that makes you think you’re seeing your entire life and […]

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Why It Doesn’t Really Feel Like Christmas to Me

When I was younger, we used to spend Christmas at my grandma’s house in the country. It was a big old farmhouse, filled with spiders and dust and a whole bedroom of mysterious collectibles that belonged to the grandpa I never met. Along the upstairs corridor there was a window, its sill scattered with ornaments […]

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