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April 8, 2023 |
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To get to the Howard Oberholter Artist Colony, I took a train to Plunketteville, then a bus to Upper Yarn. I hiked the last mile up a dirt road, humping a knapsack that contained a change...
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April 6, 2023 |
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I’m flat on my back when he takes out the gel. A gob falls on the floor. This won’t hurt, he says. Fisting my hands, I stare at the wall, the basin, a neatly framed poster...
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January 12, 2023 |
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He was enormous, stretched, gold cat-eyes, the skull of a dog, crisp, beneath which the long mouth lay, all under a ceremonial gold braid, surrounded by erect dog ears; each of them drawn...
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September 27, 2022 |
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When the lights went out the second time, we stepped into the hall to see if the blackout was affecting our apartment alone or the entire complex. The night manager yelled up the stairway...
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January 26, 2019 |
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Ever since the principal had banned texting, Mia barely talked to her boyfriend during the day. Sometimes she didn’t see him until lunch. That morning, though, he was standing right...
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January 15, 2019 |
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On the one year anniversary of Allison’s assault, the garbage man—he preferred this title to “sanitation worker”— saw, as he was emptying a trash can into the dump bed of the...
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August 15, 2017 |
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You have always trusted the forest. Here, danger could be seen and is known. The floor of the forest is layered with cool leaves that can be used to cover up faces. You’re lying here,...
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June 22, 2017 |
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I don’t like to drive out here anymore. I hate to see what’s happening to the land. Most of the marshes and trees and family farms are gone. Flimsy houses built with particle...
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April 16, 2017 |
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You are becoming more and more comfortable with the routine of your therapy sessions. The office with the white walls, chipped paint, some outdated magazines. On the wall across from your...
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December 28, 2016 |
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We loved Mr. Pasternak before we knew what love was. He was young and good-looking, and he was the only teacher we didn’t sense secretly needing the approval or friendship of us, his...
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October 19, 2016 |
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(a story of a girl) Matty is better on beam than I am, but I don’t think I should have been put in level four. I can land my cartwheels perfectly and I’m better on the jumps than she...
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June 22, 2016 |
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I had been in New York for a month when it started. I came from Israel—a finite place, its meaning already set. It’s done. Israel is like a piece of luggage too heavy to open and...
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June 21, 2016 |
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As I lazed about, freshly woken from a late afternoon nap, my arm tipped the Styrofoam take-out bowl on the stool beside my bed. Emptied of dumplings I had since eaten, it did a quick...
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February 28, 2016 |
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Sharada died on a day when everyone in the village was sleeping late after the ballet performance by a local troupe as a part of the annual temple festivals that lasted till 3 in the...
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November 7, 2015 |
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First I pay a visit to Saint Rita to place a white rose at her feet. The rose is a tightly closed bud wrapped in tissue paper, with a tube of water at the end of its stem to keep it fresh....