Although you have never been to Iceland and have no immediate plans to visit, you’ve recently decided that it is in your best interest to learn to speak Icelandic. The…
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My husband died on a Tuesday morning. It was around eleven when I finished painting the first half of my bedroom ceiling and decided to take a break. I made…
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I didn’t see the physical mess: I smelled it. A noxious odor—a potion of blood and paint fit for the three witches of Shakespeare’s Macbeth. Earlier that day, my brother…
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Happiness is the privilege of presence. I have this unrelenting habit (or maybe personality) where I either need good things to be over, or that in the middle of good…
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I I heard your cries before I saw you, a secondhand cacophony from multiple iPhone speakers. When one of your grandmas tried to show me a video, I waved the…
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By Logan February A name is something given, passed like a note that was never meant to be read because the receiver already knows what it says. But I…
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We were drinking at the time—well, Nick and me at least. My younger brother, Josh, wouldn’t drink, won’t drink. We were all home from college, some in-between time during the…
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Session Report is a monthly series that explores the intersection of narrative and broader themes of game design by focusing on a specific tabletop game each month. This month’s game…