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The last time I belonged there, I straddled the steam hissing off the asphalt with my right foot on the curb at Charlotte Douglas International and my left on the rubber mat…
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Two armed guards with tasers and guns strapped to their hips will search our packages and purses as we enter my synagogue to attend services on Rosh Hashanah. A guard…
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When I was ten, and my sister, Eunice, was eleven, we made a suicide pact. With a rusty hacksaw we snitched from my father’s workbench; we huddled on the wooden…
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My grandfather’s house stood on the corner of Beech Street in northeast Portland. The two-story home, shaded by tall and leafy trees, sat adjacent to a garage, a workspace filled…
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You sit up straight in the hard plastic chairs in the cold conference room waiting to meet your potential new foster daughter, absently rubbing your knuckles raw with your thumb.…
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On a bright Wednesday morning in March, we leave for daycare and work because that is what we do, even when we’ve spent the evening in Trauma One of Children’s…
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Image Credit: Bailey Pennington In that very moment—hearing the doctor strip his hands free of the latex gloves he had just used in the examination room—my worst nightmare was…
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My girlfriend and I were walking back to my place from Target, whose red, illuminated sign had become my new moon, when I saw the Dumpster sitting behind the Cineplex…
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Image Credit: Daiga Ellaby Before we met in person, we talked on the telephone, matching alto timbres warm in our ears. This was decades before you could spit in a…
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There are so many ways to tell a story about desperation, and I have considered them all. I keep coming back to the same dark room in an eighth-floor Chicago…
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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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Creative Nonfiction / EssayCultureFeaturedWhite Carpet on the Back Stairs: Blackface, Whiteness, and My Virginia Childhood
Image Credit: Kiernan Lofland . . . to become white in the South is to absorb some large part of its particular iteration of the U.S. racial hierarchy.…
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1. “I don’t know if things happen for a reason,” my dad says in a low aside to my boyfriend in the pizza parlor in Grand Forks, North Dakota. “I…
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