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fromwww.aljazeera.com
4 days ago

I Love You More: The Search for a Father in Syria's Lost Memories

With the fallout from the war in Syria as a backdrop, director Nour Alkheder longs for her father through memories, imagination and the fragments of a life uprooted by conflict. As Alkheder reflects on what was lost and what remains, she confronts the emotional weight of nostalgia and the love that binds her to her father and her homeland. I Love You More explores what it means to long for someone,
Film
fromThe Atlantic
6 days ago

Recall

Maybe a pay-phone in France would still reach you; in the South; in the third or second life. Still then as a teenager, bloodless and senseless, skidding another riven diagram into the dust. Now even staggered into fake quietude I can't believe there is no causeway to the dead. Why should there not be. I know it is just a zip in circumstance. Tending June's snow driven to musk and peachlit common rain.
Mental health
fromScary Mommy
3 weeks ago

I Secretly Fantasize About All The Men I've Loved Before

When I met my husband, I was doing an on-again/off-again dance with a man I'll call Noah. The gist of our 10-year relationship was that I wanted to be "on" and he seemed content to be on-again/off-again ... forever. This is not a man I want popping up in my dreams. And yet, even though my marriage is pretty good, as marriages go, I can never seem to get this guy out of my head.
Relationships
Books
fromThe New Yorker
1 month ago

Briefly Noted Book Reviews

A married woman's decade-long imagined affair contrasts with a young woman's rise as a social-media spiritual influencer, both probing longing, grief, fantasy, and authenticity.
fromBoston Condos For Sale Ford Realty
3 months ago

Island Pond Boston Broker Story Boston Condos For Sale Ford Realty

The Beacon Hill broker cherishes family gatherings and finds solace beside the lake, reflecting on the loss of children from the past, longing for connection.
Boston real estate
fromThe Walrus
6 months ago

Leaving | The Walrus

Each night, a truck stops before my door, motor running, headlights on, the driver, barely seen, stares straight ahead, the hum has awakened me...
Paris food
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