Oh to be on South Beach. To watch the crowds, feel the music pumping from every bar down Ocean Drive. To see the skin and smell the margaritas. Oh to arrive at a hostel find a small café, a bar by the pool, loungers and palm trees galore. Oh to be in Miami. To have the sand stuck in the cracks and creases, to duck … Continue reading ODE TO MIAMI
It took me four months and five days to get a journalism job in New York. This isn’t an exceedingly long time to be jobless, but it is enough time to: Start to wonder if you might, in fact, be worthless to the world Make some observations about the job climate for journalists So, since I’m over the other side and again feeling like I’m on … Continue reading FINDING A JOURNALISM JOB IN NEW YORK AIN’T EASY
India is a country filled with colour and light, but like everywhere – there are shadows. Anna Bradley-Smith tells about being caught in the dark.
I could feel him beside me, driving slow enough to stay in line.
It was dark and there were only a couple of other men scattered on the street. One put out his rubbish and stepped back inside his gate. I wanted to call out, I could feel something wasn’t right. Less than a kilometre from home, I couldn’t have felt further away from locking my front door.
I don’t really know what I’m doing.
I string a few words together when I’m asked, there’s some goals, a loose plan, definitely some dreams, but nope, no real idea.