Photo: © JRP Studio / Adobe Stock. There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth. —Matthew 8:12 I woke up with dried blood on my…
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Photo: © Abi Olayiwola / Adobe Stock. Let me show you my home. It is the subterranean water body of my mother. I drift in…
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In the summer of 2011, three months before her eightieth birthday, the playwright Adrienne Kennedy reflected on her life in the unpublished essay “Almost Eighty.”…
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A series of small elevators takes me up the Gloria in Excelsis Tower of the National Cathedral, where balconies overlook the highest views in Washington,…
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Pamela Sneed. Photo: Patricia Silva. Uncle Vernon was cool, tall, hazel-eyed, and brown-skinned. He dressed in the latest fashions and wore leather long after the…
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Yi Sang (1910–1937) was a painter, architect, poet, and writer in early-twentieth-century Korea, when the Korean peninsula was under Japanese colonial rule. Yi Sang wrote…
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The Chemists’ Club library in New York, New York, ca. 1920. Photo courtesy of Science History Institute. Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons. I was thirteen…
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The last time I watched the stars, I was sheathed in the silence of Joshua Tree, California, that southern desert whose titular trees raise their…
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© Hamdan / Adobe Stock. The eighty-four days I spent in a relationship with my rapist were days filled with music. We met in a…
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Photo: Corey Coyle. CC BY (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0). Via Wikimedia Commons. In the summer of ’89, it barely rained. More than fifty days passed without a drop.…
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