Personal Narrative
In the Afterlife, My Dad Is at the Races
Even in death, I can only imagine my parents exactly as they were in life
Dec 4 - Sarah Leahy Curl
essays
Books & Culture
“I Deliver Parcels in Beijing” Illuminates That Financial Security Is a Matter of Luck
Dec 2 - Megan Peck Shub
Personal Narrative
Reckoning with the American Dream in Las Vegas
Nov 20 - Monica Macansantos
Personal Narrative
On Madame Bovary, My Mother, and Money Anxiety
Nov 13 - Kayla Min Andrews
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Mar 13 - R.L. Maizes the Elder
Humor
I Was Never the Kind of Indian Girl That Indian Guys Liked
We were giddy with our luck at having found each other after years of meeting people who weren’t right
Mar 12 - Kalpana Narayanan
Personal Narrative
You Can’t Uncast a Spell
“Wicked: For Good” blissfully forgets the lingering pain and permanent damage of fascism
Mar 10 - Holli Flanagan
Books & Culture
Masking My Autism Made Me Sick
The rules dictated that I hide not only my sensitivity but my essential being in the world
Mar 5 - Sarah Jane Cody
Personal Narrative
“Wuthering Heights” Was Never a Love Story
Fennell’s film is not a faithful adaptation; it’s a testament to the contagiousness of the energy and pleasure in Brontë’s writing
Mar 3 - Katherine J. Chen
Books & Culture
The Music of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Pulled Me Through The Grief of Family Loss
Characterized by the wish for peace, his art is being shunned during war
Feb 27 - Saachi Gupta
Books & Culture
I Wanted My Fiancé to Fight the Racist Men Who Harassed Me
His instinct was to get me out of there instead, and I never forgave him for it
Feb 26 - Savala Nolan
Personal Narrative
I Love Sally Rooney’s Books but I Love Her Essay About Competitive College Debate Even More
“Even if You Beat Me” traces the future author’s climb from anonymous college debater to Europe’s number one competitive debater
Feb 24 - Samantha Neugebauer
culture
Attempting to Garden My Way Out of Sadness
I didn’t know why I was doing it at the time, but something had short-circuited inside me and I now lived for these plants
Feb 19 - Geetha Iyer
Personal Narrative
Poetry Reminds Me of the Holes in My Memory
Cease, seize, seizure, caesura: These are words I want to use when trying to describe the blank spaces within a line, a night, a life
Feb 12 - Victoria Kornick
Personal Narrative
In “Vigil,” Rage Is a Tool for Compassion and Liberation
George Saunders’s new novel examines the line between sympathy and complicity
Feb 6 - Tess Callahan
Books & Culture
Nobody Walks in LA, but I Was Radicalized on Its Streets
I thought the activism I wanted to be a part of was more powerful in Washington D.C. or Oakland, but L.A. kept pulling me back
Feb 5 - Tanzila Ahmed
Personal Narrative
