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Mountain Intermezzo

The farmhouse I pass by the side of the mountain road is a ruin, a shell, long abandoned, empty of humanity. Still, you’re here, up...

Dust and Diamonds

I must’ve been about eight when I popped the fateful question “Mommy? Are we rich?” My mother turned from the stove, wooden spoon in...

Thief

Unlike my native Flemish, in which you’re simply called a tombstone maker, the English language offers two grand words to describe my...

This Hallowed Ground

To this day, whatever part of the world I’m in, I still can’t walk past a graveyard without some pause, without at least a furtive glance...

Darwin for toddlers

Growing up, every child gets to hear these stories, of cats pouncing on mice, dogs chasing cats, then comes the wolf, and so on. Stories...