Category: Nonfiction
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Ripples
My mother and I have the same tattoo. The exact same tattoo. We didn’t plan it. We didn’t walk arm-in-arm…
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Happy/Place
We came back to India for my cousin Harshita’s voni function. We had packed up half of the house during…
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Sitting In
1. There’s a man up the valley who will ride any horse—a warmblood, an ex-racer, a rescue, a Shetland pony,…
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Bill & Nada’s, Salt Lake City, Utah
Do you remember your first cup of coffee at Bill & Nada’s in downtown Salt Lake City, Utah, in 1974,…
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Music, 1976
I have dyslexia and left home at 14. I wanted to stay gone. But I came back. Then I left…
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Tangent Properties, Angles of Love
“Poodle, set the table,” Mom shouts. A blue curl of smoke from the tip of one of her never-ending Marlboro…
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Telling Stories
There’s a Leonardo Da Vinci sketch in the National Gallery of London, a cartoon for a painting never completed or…
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The Inheritance
As we drove up to Minna and Granddaddy’s house in Bedford, New York, our car crunching on deep gravel, I…
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‘Foolish Spirits’: The Multiple Otherings of Anima Fatua
A few months ago, on a hot summer evening in Madrid, Spain, I attended a talk by the author of…
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Downtime
I’m old now. It’s been many years since I first realized I was not like other people. That realization was…