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As James unlocked his door to reveal the inside of his apartment, I considered making up some excuse to leave, but when the door opened, I followed him inside.
Editor's Pick, Essay Saturday, Features
Editor's Pick, Essay Saturday, Features
Then I stood and waited, silent, with my arms clasped behind me…I knew them by their smell, or the way they walked, or the cadence of their voice.
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Having spent my entire life in a classroom, I finally graduated from university in 2015.
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Not that, at twelve, I believed in Saint Nick, but in my desperation I wasn’t above begging for a miracle.
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When he started walking, he would throw himself against walls.
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I still remember the unceremonious jostling and daily turf-battles that took place between tourists, townies and students in the beleaguered city centre.
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Rather than getting on another, we were to wait at the airport “until arrangements could be made.”
Editor's Pick, Essay Saturday, Features
Editor's Pick, Essay Saturday, Features
Throughout history, humans have sought to other groups we need to blame for all the problems in our society.
There was an edge to it, a whiff of violence and unhinged possibility. In those days, the style of Leftist street protest was carnivalesque
That’s what she’s doing now, on the train, for her boyfriend. You could come in on it if you want.
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I’m talking about a story that leaves a scar, an invisible scab that you return to weeks, months, and years after you’d read it.
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My grandma never spoke of the loneliness, never mentioned her loss. These unsaid things: these silences run in the family.
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As the Jeeps rush down the highway, the old man, 73-year-old artist Alvaro Enciso, asks Alicia the names of the dead migrants.
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We are, as writers, the solar collector, the hybrid engine: we take energy from what surrounds us or our remembering of surroundings
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Unquestionably, my husband was right; there were and still are many things wrong with me. On top of my empty-nest crisis and puppy training, I live with chronic pain.
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The pool of glowing crimson collecting under it, traces of the life my father had taken, stained the floor for months. It was an art, he said.