Non-fiction CATEGORY

Original non-fiction in narrative form.

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The city was beautiful. Red roofs, tall church towers and scattered metal constructions the communists had left behind w...
I wasn’t born a woman. I really wasn’t. Unlike most parents in India then, my parents had wished, and perhap...
Marilyn told of women and hot steaming dung used for fuel, plaster for houses, fertilizer: dung, life-giving, treasured ...
In the Southern stretches of the Sahara, the water only flows at night. Almost as infrequently as the appearance of fres...
Dr. Seuss may have been a frequent visitor to Nhangau. These marshes are filled with impossible plants and fantastical c...
We have reached the edge. Holding on to the railing of the Santa Fe Bridge, I can see the Rio Bravo&#039s dirty wat...
February 14, 2005 Los Angeles Dear Mom, Writing you a letter across America, the Atlantic, and the Aegean Sea feels very...
Few people can claim a career as filled with high purpose as mine, yet until a year ago, I felt I made no difference to ...