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The first time I saw Bak Hoo, she was peeing into a big Del Monte pineapple can in the basement. I froze on the cellar steps at the sight. Bak Hoo was my great-grandma.
By Judy ChowSeptember 2021But then I accidentally bite into one of the sour, acrid parts of quarantine. It’s easy to forget, when you live four hundred miles away, that your mother’s temper can be sparked by something as benign as family movie night or a run-in with the Hertz rental-car dealership.
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Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
One must find the source within one’s own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking — a detour, error.
By Hermann HesseAugust 2021found amid the rolls / of gift wrap: / a Trader Joe’s receipt / from December 23rd / eight years ago
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By Meg ThompsonJuly 2021She liked classic rock and country, while I favored singer-songwriters with whispery voices and acoustic guitars. She teased me that this was typical of kids whose older parents had made them listen to Bob Dylan instead of Michael Jackson. In fact, my parents had usually listened to silence, but I liked her theory anyway, because it suggested that my personality was not my fault.
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By Alison LutermanJune 2021In my dreams my mother keeps walking out of the kitchen singing, / You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. / She never sings past the first verse.
By Lisa DordalMay 2021Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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