“Dear Journal, I am Emily May. I am ten years old. I am not sure what I am going to be for Halloween”: so began the first page of my…
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Image Credit: All grave site photos by Sarah Laurentius The road to the Western Lands is by definition the most dangerous road in the world.” William S. Burroughs …
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“Don’t say mourning. It’s too analytical. I’m suffering.” —Roland Barthes, from a journal kept after his mother’s death…
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For me, literacy was discovered in the Windy City’s cruel, winter howl—the intertwining of English, Spanish, and Polish a language all its own. Growing up in the Chicago Polish neighborhood…
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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: “Red Dresses” by Elena Filatov Red is my favourite colour. I have heard it said that red is a masculine colour, a patriarchal colour; the colour of…
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There are so many ways to get it wrong, to misread, to come to the pages we assign you—and fail. Maybe you see the same story, one of challenge and…
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Image Credit: James Cochran Monday morning we were up at the big rock we call Everest, with all the girl dolls, gathering. My older daughter, Elsie, was explaining why…
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Image Credit: Camile Corot, A Woman Reading It’s May 10, 2019, and it’s a sweltering evening in middle Georgia—specifically Milledgeville, Georgia—home of Flannery O’Connor (a Georgia College and State…
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As a teacher, I read a lot about teaching, and that’s why I know that much of the best writing about teaching begins, “I have made a terrible mistake.” For…
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On the radio last week, I heard Frank Sinatra sing “It Was a Very Good Year.” Sinatra made this Ervin Drake song his own and made it famous, winning with…
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Image Credit: Albert Anker It was the rhythms of words that I loved most as a child. Undeniably delighted at the prospect of having someone else read to me,…
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if i told you this story, how culturally illiterate would you think i am? * panic had come spurting out and i was looking for a plug to…
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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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