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The Here, the Now
Witness the poignant farewell to a grandmother’s home in ‘The Here and Now.’ Explore the impact of memory amid demolition, weaving a tale of legacy and presence.
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Baltimore by the Mid-Morning Light
“I awoke before anyone else, in an unfamiliar house full of art and stuffed toys.” Today’s EssaySaturday USA is “Baltimore by the Mid-Morning Light” by Jesse Goodman.
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Mine
Picture credit: Erin Wallace
I just saw your beautiful fox: my neighbor texts me on her early morning walk past my house.
I’ve seen the fox many times, usually over the ...
Editor's Pick, Essays, EssaySaturday
Best Jerk They’d Ever Seen
Photo by Allison Meyer
The other day I had a tough conversation with my middle-school students. It was lunch time. They again complained, with food lingering in mouths, about Social ...
Staying Ahead of the Starvation Curve
From the Coleen River, my dog Will and I hike farther into the bowels of the wilderness. Immediately, we enter ten-foot tall riparian brush and spend thirty minutes trying to ...
On Dal Lake
It was that night, technically the next day but only moments into it when the bluebottle disturbed my sleep, knocking its clumsy wings and sets of eyes against my window.
Homesick
Last winter I was homeless. Temporarily, still full of uncertainty and ill at ease. It’s not fun, at no age, under no condition. I remember sitting in the cold early ...
What We Are to Each Other
We grew up in a society where we learned that to be openly gay was to most likely get us picked on and beat up, if not killed outright.
Willing Exile
“For all its many drawbacks, America has been good to me.” A Brit contemplates life abroad.
The Far-Flung Reaches
I dangle like a rag doll and thrash to reach my trapped foot. I suck water down my throat and try not to lose consciousness, but I’m not quite strong ...
The Letdown
Somewhere between the excitement of taking a chance on something and the real world practice of taking a chance on something, the disdain hangs in the balance.
My Hijab, My Identity
I tried so hard to fit in. Any time I would talk about pictures, from prom or any other event, I always made sure to mention the fact that I ...
The Gift of Sound
At that moment, the power was switched off; quite typical of Nigeria, where there has never been a constant power supply. The dining room became dark. I was suspicious of ...