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Pennies
The first time I am told I am not actually Jewish, I am eight-years old and I am sitting on the bus. My hair is..
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My Mother: Technology and Retirement in the Pandemic
My parents now have the same sleep schedule they yelled at me about in high school. My mother goes to bed at midnight and sleeps..
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Dance Macabre, 2020
In the first week of quarantine my dad started wearing his mask and a tree branch nearly fell on our heads, nearly killing us. It..
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Stage Entrance
The last acting job I had was on Late Night with David Letterman. A few months shy of my fiftieth birthday, I walked into the..
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A Hard Day’s Night in Calcutta
One evening about eight Warren dropped by our apartment unexpectedly. As he walked in he said, “No surprises here: how did I know you’d be..
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Don’t You Know You Can’t Go Home Again?
Spending nights playing with diceGoing out on moonlight nightsKeeping the festive day in honour of springPlucking the sprouts and fruits of the mango treesEating the..
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Love Like a Volcano
My boyfriend wasn’t much of a problem-solver, but he managed to be the person I called when I needed to solve a problem. He dropped..
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Sympoetics
I bought this pen (the one I am writing with now) from the Victoria and Albert Museum (V&A) in London. It is a small pen,..
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So Much New York!
Marie-Laure and I frequently met in the Manhattan School of Music hallways as we staggered out of practice rooms at closing time. We were both..
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How I Used Cooking to Rebel Against My Mother
There’s nothing as dark as a Swedish winter day long after the leaves have fallen but before snow brightens the ground. With the sun eclipsed..
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The Home Front
In October 1941, my father found himself in Reykjavik, tried to get back to Charleston. Orders arrived: he was to sail on the USS Salinas,..
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Seen Anew
The restoration of sight is nothing short of miraculous. The most treasured of our senses, sight helped the first humans differentiate safe from unsafe food,..
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A Woman named Samantha
Coming up from the West Fourth Street subway, I texted that I was a block away from the Washington Square Diner. Don’t rush, I’m early…
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What Might Have Been
I always thought population control was a necessary trait in every nation. By that I simply mean not having kids, not genocide. From a social..
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Kyle
The kids have worked months for this weekend. They’ve stayed late after school, drawn complex plans, built up structures, and milled down wood. They’ve measured..
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Streetwise but missing out
Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.
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Death of an Ambassador
Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.
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Can two Bangalores co-exist?
Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.
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Country Roads & Rickshaw Drivers
The buzzing in my ears seemed to come from a long way off. Feeling distinctly alarmed I stuck my forefingers deep into my ears, closed..
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Macbeth with added parrots
Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.
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Siblings
My brother and I park in the parking lot of Aldi, a German grocery store, and walk to the entrance. Lying on the right next..
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That Night..
Do you have a favourite mom-dad story, too? The one they tell you so often, and so vividly, that you feel you were right there..
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Food for the soul and the stomach
Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.
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No mere film star!
The arts and culture pages of the day before yesterday’s Hindu newspaper (April 24th 2015) brought back vivid memories of my first visit to India..