Frigid droplets of rain pour from the sky, cascading like tears from a heartbroken god. I rush through the downpour, using my school binder as a shield from the elements. Ahead of me lies the computer lab, a massive
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Each of us exists in the tension between Eros and Thanatos. Eros is the life impulse, procreation, our survival instinct. Thanatos is the pull of death. Every living creature feels this pull because it is where we will all,
For my grandmother, Laverne, who was the hungriest person I knew but also the most well-fed. L is for lemonade. I have yet to taste any better. Lemons from your trees sliced open by knives held by your grandbabies—we were
Tempted to oblige, shyly or otherwise As a student, I was not entirely unsuspecting, with a burning intensity under the surface, a blur of anticipation. On the verge of waking up from lifelong introversion and slumbers, I wanted
My brother Michael is the middle child in our family. If you are a middle child or have one, you know what that means, and I’m so sorry. Mike doesn’t always make the greatest decisions. Sometimes he doesn’t even
To my daughter After a week-long bacchanalia, we gather on a patch of graveled dirt. Exhausted from nights of sleeping on the floor, you realize this is the end of the road–the last gasp of high school. At your
The urgent phone call comes when you least expect it, and suddenly you are running out of your house—dishes in the sink, mail half-opened, shoes untied—to drive as fast as you can to the hospital, to sit with a
I once heard someone give a talk about our origins. About how we’re not from a stereotyped place, but rather from a locality. We live local, learn all the customs and internalize all the rules, take out the trash
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