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Image Credit: The Stroop Report, Warsaw Ghetto Uprising   My mother’s first memory was a dark one. She was three, living in the gray, perilous misery of the Kovno ghetto…

I noticed the correlation between secrets and smells from the confines of my dad’s house. Later, I discovered that both coexist outside as well. On one Saturday morning, my brother…

There was nothing to do but climb. The turquoise sky was immeasurable above the yuyuga tree, slim branches swaying and bending with heavy fruit. At ten years old, waking life…

In what would be a life-long pattern of behavior for me, I was absent for the birth of my oldest child. In anger towards her mother, I ignored my daughter…

My friends and I waited our turn to ride the Model T. It idled on the edge of Alvina Elementary’s grass field, spitting oil, coughing smoke, rattling, shuddering. Black fenders…

In second grade, I joined the Girl Scouts, “where girls grow strong.” In high school, long after almost everyone I knew had abandoned the group as a nerdy club, I…

Dad ashes his cigarette in the freshly washed, plastic black ashtray beside the recliner while working through his daily crossword in The Oregonian. To make skin tones, I start out…

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…

The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5) has a criteria on how to diagnose a narcissist. These symptoms reflect someone whose sense of self is rooted in hyperbole,…

A fractal is mathematical. A fractal is a never-ending pattern. Both of these things frighten me. To be infinitely complex, to be on continual loop no matter how the scale…