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Category Archives: Memoir
What can hold you through the hate? Khirad Siddiqui on embracing hijab and Malcolm X and finding a new world in our world. Continue reading
I noticed a phenomenon during this election. Vulnerable, marginalized people supporting Donald Trump—or at least claiming publicly to support Donald Trump.
What happens when your absentee vote is not enough to prevent the worst-case scenario? What happens if you try to return home?
In an excerpt from his memoir-in-progress, Cooking the Octopus, writer John Domini tells of a sweltering Naples afternoon spent as a painter’s subject.
Dogs, dads and girls bearing cannolis. Joe will never forget July, 2016.
Kindles, TED talks, yoga shreds, and memes: in the end, maybe there is no real accounting for time.
Kurt Baumeister and John Updike met once upon a time. The event probably wasn’t memorable for Updike, but it was for Baumeister.
Litsa Dremousis explores if unfettered optimism in the face of a few mutated cells is what ultimately ended her relationship.
Shannon Sankey reflects on her teaching experiences at a county jail.