Creative Non-Fiction
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Creative Non-Fiction
You are scrolling through social media when you see a post by one of those activism pages, the type you like to follow but never..
Creative Non-Fiction
This personal essay by Dina Hendawi explores the dilemma of feeling foreign everywhere, including the place we call ‘home.’
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Damilola Oyedele’s essay explores language as both a barrier and a tether. Her accent and diction – influenced by the various Nigerian languages and dialects she speaks – shapes her interactions as an immigrant in the United States and South Africa, and tethers her to Nigeria, her home country.
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Although my mother could not control what I ate—at least, what I chose to gorge on while she worked—she could make me get up and..
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Sohra or Cherrapunjee—which we still fondly call the wettest place on earth—is my birthplace, where my ancestral home is, and though only tenants live in..
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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 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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.
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Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.
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Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.
Creative Non-Fiction
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..