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The breakfast rush was hitting its peak when we learned about the dead woman lying not far from Table Four.
By Erin McReynoldsFebruary 2020Today is the National Puerto Rican Day Parade. I am watching it on television in Brooklyn while the Puerto Ricans are parading up Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.
By Robert LopezFebruary 2020Abby has a progressive congenital disorder, fatal, and lives her young life with a deep-running current of wisdom in her spirit, a quiet equanimity to her understanding of what it means to be alive in a day that the rest of us can only feel as hint and shadow.
By Kerry HudsonJanuary 2020He stops short, horrified that he has interrupted his employer during an emotional moment. Bishop quickly wipes away her tears and says, in Portuguese, Don’t worry, José. I’m only crying in English.
By Christine MarshallJanuary 2020Meditation teaches that change is constant. You fool yourself into believing that you are a fixed entity, but you are not. You are a river of transforming whims.
By SparrowJanuary 2020My friend Gina and I have a pact: Should either of us die unexpectedly, the other will retrieve the shoebox of sex toys hidden in the deceased’s closet.
By Jennifer BowenDecember 2019Ever since I first slipped it into my duffel bag those many years ago, I have guarded the pistol jealously, like a miser his coin. The more cause someone might have to take the pistol from me, the more care I have taken to conceal it.
By Charlie GeerDecember 2019Rabbi Nachman had a special dish which he used for the Sabbath loaves. It had belonged to his own master, Rabbi Lev of Grenoble, and it occupied a prominent place in his home.
By David SlabotskyDecember 2019I thought tryouts went great. I played catcher, just catcher. You may ask, How solid was my receiving with that lingering double vision? Well, I’m happy to report that squatting behind the plate was a miracle cure.
By Mark GozonskyNovember 2019The first time he calls the talk line, it’s because he wants to die. Whatever has happened in his brain has made him a stranger to himself.
By Katherine SeligmanNovember 2019Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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