Maybe I shouldn’t watch BBC Question Time quite so much…

It'd been two years since I'd visited England. In the early years of me living in Germany, I'd been going there maybe twice a year. Once at Christmas and once in the summer. Christmas was always a given. With my folks living just a few stops from Heathrow on the Piccadilly line, that was easy… …

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Othering, and the devastation of division and hatred

Hate is a word I try not to use too much. It's a word that describes the worst of human emotions. It is an intense feeling. As the news of what happened last night in Manchester comes out, hate is not the first feeling that comes to me. Melancholy. I feel an intense sadness that …

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