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The Day to Day

The Day to Day By Jessica Terson   |  December 31, 2017
Sifting the flour. Squeezing the lever once. And then waiting. For a moment, it is winter again. I take my finger and make snow angels in the little blue bowl.

Wake Up

Wake Up By Krys Malcolm Belc   |  December 25, 2017
I cannot take my children hiking without them mentioning babcia and dziadek and how they like to hike. Did you know they are going to take me camping one day? they say. Our children have seen their grandmother for the last time although she is still alive in a living room in Queens.

Sometimes Life Is Like That

Sometimes Life Is Like That By Jay Wamsted   |  December 18, 2017
One morning I was riding my bicycle to work in a low drizzle, and the skies opened. I was going down a hill--water streaming in my eyes, raindrops pelting my arms and face, a nonstop stream of kick-up soaking my legs--when I saw it.

How to Envy

How to Envy By Carmella Guiol   |  December 11, 2017
In Cartagena de Indias, men walk down the streets carrying birdcages instead of briefcases, always with the same yellow waif perched precariously behind bars. It's important for the bird to see the world, one man tells me, his birdcage propped on the seawall, the sea crashing against the rocks a few feet away....

Oranges

Oranges By Sarah Dalton   |  December 4, 2017
It is a rare occasion, but I decide to eat an orange when I want to remember....

Slim & Sublime

Slim & Sublime By RenĂ©e E. D’Aoust   |  December 1, 2017
In On Writing Well: The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction, William Zinsser extols the memoir form: "For me, no other nonfiction form goes so deeply to the roots of personal experience--to all the drama and pain and humor and unexpectedness of life."

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