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Six months ago, my husband and I uprooted our lives, moving to a little town on the coast and away from the metropolis of Johannesburg, where I spent the last 32 years. Hermanus, South Africa (my new home) is small — a population of 100,000, compared to Johannesburg’s 6 million.In…
On our first morning in Spain, my husband opened our hotel window to a courtyard filled with the sounds of silverware gently clinking against plates, quiet, relaxed chatter, and a musician playing guitar below. Loading audio narration… No sirens. No horns. No one was rushing. People were sitting down to…
My partner was laid off in January of last year. Hundreds of applications later, he’d only landed two interviews with no job offers. Loading audio narration… We had managed to stay optimistic during the job search, using the time to travel and see family, but our positive attitudes began to…
This as-told-to essay is based on a conversation with Kathy Lemoine, 58, who lives in Lawrenceville, Georgia. Her son, Andrew Reaster, died on August 9, 2025, from colon cancer. This story has been edited for length and clarity. Loading audio narration… My son Andrew lived life to the fullest every…
My father, a decorated veteran of the Marine Corps who served during the Vietnam War, struggled with dementia for over a decade. Loading audio narration… By the age of 70, both his first and second wives had died from cancer, leaving him alone and attempting to live by himself while…
