The flat, dark sky is no match against the stubborn color of this city. Or maybe it is because of the heavy gray that St. John’s is so playful. The cab driver talks to me in gleeful unintelligibility about having never been off the island and how he’d love to go down in a submarine (or something like that), I’m teased sweetly by people I’ve just met, and run into boisterous, old friends at the movies. Walk outside and the rainbow streets are spilled with gruff and honest color.
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July’s Full Moon in Capricorn: The Heart wants what it Wants. The 4 Stages of a Good Divorce. Our Soulmates are Rarely Who We Expect. A Letter to my Children: You do not come from a Broken Home. Men, Let’s Stop Fooling Ourselves: Size Matters. To the One Who Tried to Break Me. An Open Letter to the Fixers. Mom, can I Call her Mom, Too? How your Stored Memories in the Amygdala can lead to PTSD. Jon Stewart makes first appearance since retiring—”it’s not your country.”