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Karachi Chronicles Chapter 5
Who loves a chat, I’ll tell you straight up, Jacko does. I now know he’s a legend of Queensland cricket, but pardon my initial ignorance as I hadn’t chilled with him before this tour. That abruptly changed, when I sat next to him on a flight all the way from Melbourne to Colombo. Luke Jackson is an absolute icon of the cricket scene in MacKay and beyond. Paired with his wicked sense of humour, endless chat in the field and all-round positive nature, there aren’t many better people to go on a cricket tour with.
By S. J. Leahy4 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Job Interview | The U.S. Supreme Court | Part II of VI
Filled with anticipation, I woke up early, eager to seize the opportunity of a job interview at the U.S. Supreme Court in Washington, D.C. The prospect of securing a full-time position, moving out of my mother’s home, and finally having my own apartment fueled my determination.
By Mia Z. Edwards4 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | The Nun | Part I of VI
I was a John Hayden Johnson Middle School student in Washington, D.C. During one of my classes, I felt an intense pain around my belly button, which gradually shifted to the lower right side of my abdomen. The pain was so severe that I couldn’t stand up straight.
By Mia Z. Edwards5 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 4
Some of the greatest travel experiences come from meeting locals. In Pakistan, this was most certainly the case. Everywhere we went there were people keen for a chat and a photo. I have no doubt this would have happened even if we weren’t a travelling cricket team. For me this was the highlight of the trip. I continually mention the Pakistani hospitality, but it has left me with many fantastic and unforgettable memories.
By S. J. Leahy5 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Hostess | Part I of VI
I loved my role as a hostess! I felt like I was on cloud nine, serving as the hostess at Larry Forgione’s Signature Café in the prestigious Lord & Taylor’s Department Store, nestled in the posh neighborhood straddling Washington, D.C., and Chevy Chase, Maryland.
By Mia Z. Edwards5 months ago in Chapters
The Other Side of the Dome
The river didn’t change. It never did. It curved like a quiet question around the hill, just below Granny’s home, a proud, whitewashed house with bougainvillea wrapped around the porch posts. The kind of place that smiled at guests and stared down its own.
By Eunice Kamau5 months ago in Chapters
