Ten years ago, I was engulfed in green. It’s what I saw when I peered past my living room window in Dublin, at the small park across the roa

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2010 is when I emerged from the tunnel of small children at home to stare, blinking, at the future. I was forty-three years old, and I’d onl

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I am standing outside an amphitheatre in Mansfield, Massachusettes and nothing...

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