What to do when your cup is empty, how Greek meraki and Nordic friluftsliv can help you through summer, plus why you're never more than 6 feet away from a book (round my way)
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I am spent. My cup is empty. School broke up on Wednesday and so did my brain – into tiny fragments. Splintered and spread across what was once a lawn, but that’s now a parched straw landscape (‘strawscape’?).
My children have been limping towards the finish line for weeks. Months, even. As have I. It’s been a year. Writing my first non-fiction since mo…
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