In Pursuit of Cool

I didn’t grow up in a religious or spiritual home. My parents are salt-of-the-earth type people; hearty, practical-minded farmers. They laugh loud, work hard, and take things at face value. How they came to have an introverted daughter who pulled their bedside clock to pieces looking for the source of time, I’m not too sure. …

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fear

At 9:13 p.m. on Friday 25 April 2012, someone broke into my apartment. Jarred awake by the sound of laboured breathing and heavy workboots on the ledge outside my window—a sound somewhat uncharacteristic for a first-floor apartment—my entire being instantly stiffened. In less than an eighth of a second, my body’s biomechanical “press in emergency” button had been tripped, and as …

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