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Editor's Pick, Essays, EssaySaturday
Editor's Pick, Essays, EssaySaturday
Editor's Pick, Fiction, FridayFlash
You were your own person.
Your goal is to match each person to the lights they love.
A week to end all weeks.
Years ago, I used to star my nails with moons . . .
Is the world a puzzle or a mystery?
Strangers in Las Vegas connect strangely.
“You must never ask Dada Abbu about the trains, meri jaan,” she would warn. “He doesn’t like to talk about them.”
The Vietnamese guy at the nail salon asks me how my day’s going. I sit down and smile politely answering proudly in flawless German “alles gut, und dir?”
It’s not like Ba to let something so benign rile him.
Tom wasn’t keen, but there was no choice near the jetty before we caught the tour boat.
“Reid was the most observant, sensitive child, compassionate to a fault – and we need people in this world devoted entirely to beauty.”
Set in 1906, a young man from Gibraltar who emigrates to New York City to make a new life for himself and escape the past.
He said he was a fashion designer. But he lived off his investments.
