Image Credit: Carsten Lenz There are four tunnels on the drive between the house I grew up in and the house I live in now. Four hours of black…
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Image Credit: National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne, Australia Like most avid readers, I have long let Don Quixote, that seventeenth century tome of imaginary adventures, sit unread on my…
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Image Credit: Megan Perra You’ve probably heard this one before. When I was six years old, my father left our family. He left Virginia for Florida, weaved in and…
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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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I was driving the old blue Volvo northbound on U.S. Route 89 through Chino Valley, bound for Las Vegas, while feeling content just to drift in and out of the…
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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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In the 2015 New York Times article “Please Stop Making That Noise,” Barron H. Lerner calls misophonia, literally hatred of sound, a “selective sound sensitivity syndrome.” It can be triggered…
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The summer I turned fourteen, my best friend Katie was in love with the chiseled lifeguard who presided over her community pool from his chair high up in the heavens.…
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I. i have spent my whole life waiting for crisis. i have built so much of my perception of time around endings. i have felt for so long the…
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Our tour guide pulls over on the side of the road, a few hundred feet from a gas station. We wait inside the battered white van as a hard rain…
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“How fitting!” said the woman at the mall, her rosy cheeks flaring up. “How fitting!” said the man in the grocery store, waiting in line in front of us to purchase his…