My mom only knows military time. Because she grew up in Sweden, even though she’s lived in the US now longer than she ever lived there, she still gets her…
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Image Credit: Christina Gottardi via Unsplash In the months leading up to the storm, the weather in Northeast Ohio was dry. In May, June, and July of 2007, the…
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Nobody cares much about snail mail in 2021, but today my hands are shaking as I pull a priority envelope from the mailbox. I have been waiting for this for…
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[Featured image credit: Still from film Hiroshima mon amour; Dir. Alain Resnais, Screenplay by Marguerite Duras, 1959] The following is talk that was originally given on Monday, August…
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Half a decade after my ex from college and I had broken up, in my mid-twenties, I messaged him to let him know he’d be in an essay of mine,…
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On my way home from school, I stalk the family pharmacy between the bus stop and my rented rowhouse in Stoneybatter—an “up-and-coming” historic neighborhood in Dublin, Ireland, where Wi-Fi networks…
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WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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When I was an adolescent, my parents moved our little family of four to Alaska. There we built a log house in which to live. We did not have a…
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WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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People often comment when they meet my son, “He has your eyes.” His eyes are blue, like a clear sky at dusk, outlined with the dark vignette of encroaching night.…
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The shells are so tiny, most mistake them for grains of sand. They are complete structures within themselves, with every detail of their sacred geometry still intact. Most of their…
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I watch and love the birds most people fail to notice. Just another house sparrow, dressed in its dull buff. A handsome male is building a nest between the screen…
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This landscape is alive with wings. Two cuckoos are nesting in the hawthorn by our house. They spend their days sitting high on the telephone wires, waiting for unsuspecting starlings…