This is the 8th essay in the #26essays2017 challenge that I’ve set for myself this year. I’m doing this because I’m the first to admit I’ve become a lazy writer: allowing guest posts and series and cross-posting to make up the bulk of content on The Diane Lee Project across 2016. The brave, fearless writing that readers admired and respected me for has all but disappeared. This year—2017—will be different. I’m reclaiming my voice—my write like a motherfucker voice! This weekend, here in Hanoi, I voided an awful sexy times encounter with a Frenchman (aka That French Fucker) that happened at the beginning of 2016. That
Continue reading...A while ago, I was chatting with a friend about her future prospects. She had just resigned from a long-term job, and been offered a similar role in a sister company. While she was pleased she had something to go to, there was a nagging feeling that it wasn’t the right move. I suggested that perhaps a leap of faith might be the order of the day, and she didn’t look convinced. Later, when I was thinking about the conversation, I decided that it is difficult to have faith in this age of cynics (and I am one). Then I
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