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Category Archives: Memoir
Litsa Dremousis explores if unfettered optimism in the face of a few mutated cells is what ultimately ended her relationship. Continue reading
Shannon Sankey reflects on her teaching experiences at a county jail.
After 46 spins around the sun, you probably haven’t had an especially worthwhile time if you don’t have some opinions you’re willing to stand by.
How does devotion apply to writing, and how does one cultivate a practice out of purposeful repetition?
I had only recently discovered the glories of a naked body entwined with mine and, like every sex neophyte since time began, I had figured nothing would ever compare. I was wrong.
She is my walk through Brooklyn, my arm toss in the park, my sit on the stoop, my weekend up in the country, my never alone, my not going to die for such a long time it feels like forever, my Lee.
Prince and I did not get off, so to speak, on the good foot. While he would ultimately influence me – both personally and musically – as much as Bowie or the Beatles (my Trinity), his presence initially challenged the most important friendship of my life. Then, it cemented that friendship, and led to funk n’ roll adventures alongside a superstar-in-exile named RuPaul.
What can a series of ancient trees, stripped bare before their spring flowering disguises them, tell us about themselves — and ourselves?
Conflict journalist Carmen Gentile gives an irreverent look at “war-zoney” reporting in Afghanistan.