My college roommate hated birds. Or more accurately, she had a bird phobia. Every time the group of us would walk along the sidewalk and a bird would flutter by,…
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In honor of the 20th anniversary of National Poetry Month, we asked Entropy writers to share with us one of the first poems they ever read that got them excited…
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Many of us have night terrors. I know I do. That feeling, lying there in your bed at night—it suddenly turns tight and claustrophobic. All you can see is the…
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Lunches in Russian immigrant family households must have been a three-course affair, if my younger years were any indication. My grandparents lived at our house then, sleeping on a makeshift…
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When I was in high school, food was an enormous plate of apples, oranges, and strawberries (yes, I lived in California) cut and cleaned by my grandmother and delivered to…