Ana Beatriz Ribeiro

A Global Studies doctoral degree holder and former newspaper reporter, avid eater, pseudo-philosopher and poet, occasion-propelled singer, semi-professional socializer, movie addict, Brazilian-American nomad. In this space, she will share some of her experiences and (mis)adventures regarding various topics, with special attention to social issues.

#Haiku of the day (March 10)

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Daily haiku: Trams – Riders live and die/ Warmth turns to cold turns to warmth/ They loop on unfazed

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Probably my worst travel experience ever

Ok, my travel companion and I didn't get physically hurt and no objects were stolen from us. But our sanity was temporarily stolen, or lost, or both. I had never felt so wretched while traveling, and I do travel quite a bit. Bad karma, or something, hit us at that point and there was nothing

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#Haiku of the day (March 9)

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Daily haiku: Us – The first shy flowers/ Peeked out the frozen ground white/ Turning red in spring

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Dolus Mutombo

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The music of this Congolese singer-songwriter turned out to be deeply relatable to me: musically, it reminded me of the instantly-cheerfulness-inducing Caribbean rhythms I had grown up around in Miami (I am thankful for transnational transfers); sentimentally, one of his songs, especially, gave a close description of a romantic situation I thought I was living

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Flower Child, dancing in the grass

''Flower Child' is simply a tribute to my beloved daughter, Gia, who, with her love of music from the 1960's and her free-spirited outlook on life, would have been entirely comfortable in that era! I often write about people and places I know, but strive to keep my work relatable and universal. It is common

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