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A Line in the Air
São João do Estoril, twenty kilometers from Lisbon, was my dad’s seaside dream. When he first arrived, he immediately fell in love with the irresistible beauty of the Portuguese coast. He traded the long commute for a home by the sea. The Atlantic was unlike anything I had ever seen. Calm one day, raging the next. I remember driving along Avenida da Marginal, waves crashing onto the road like a…
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A Promise Kept in Kenya
You know those promises your parents make that you hold onto for years? My dad made one when my son was barely out of diapers, promising that when my son was old enough to appreciate it, he’d take us both to Kenya. He wanted to show him its unique wildlife, believing it to be the highest form of learning. Ten years later, that promise became a plane ticket. From Seoul and Geneva, we converged in Nairobi, three generations stepping into a world my dad knew intimately. Seeing my father…
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