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not as it seems

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I wonder which moments of their youth in Dubai will lodge in their memories, and I feel worried and protective of their future selves, informed by early years in such a strange place, and such a strange time to learn the world. I hope that the worst of it will be displaced by recollections of sunshine, the flavorful, yearning dishes of immigrants, the surprise at brief shocks of rainfall, the lone dog’s footprint embedded mysteriously in the cement just around the corner from our door.

what’s to eat #53

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Since something like 88% of Dubai’s population comes from somewhere else, well, nearly everything at the grocery store comes from somewhere else, too.

On Pepper

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I’ve started imagining that Pepper has many lives and many homes, that we are a silent community of caretakers, filling bowls with cat food and fresh water with an ice cube for good measure.

What’s to Eat #52

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If you’re salivating, you’ve got it right.

on an absence

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There are holes where there should be people, holes where there should be plans and dreams manifested, and holes where there once was hope. Yet, that bodily clarity, coupled with gratitude at the forces of healing, is the nearest experience I can imagine to feeling–and loving–absence.

on the give up

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At a juncture when we’ve been asked, or forced, to give up so much, I take time this year’s end—out of obstinacy, or emotional fatigue, or perhaps yearning for some sense of control—to consider what I willingly choose to give up. So much has been taken already, but I’ll make the list a bit longer, out of (a very mature, measured variety of) spite. At the end of 2020, I hereby give up…