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  • Still Under the Rain Bird’s Spell

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “For me, the most evocative human sense involves what comes in at the ear. And one sound in particular has the power to conjure up my entire, sweet childhood, from my first moment…

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  • The Six-Handed Hoarder

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “I, however, had never seen anything like Theodore’s house, and I believe my first words were, ‘We have to get you out of here.’ There seemed no time to lose: I could not…

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  • Poste Restante

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “The last time I saw Dr. James P. Derbin  (whom I knew as Phil), I was a child, and he was my best buddy. In the slides, there we are, clowning at Knossos:…

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  • The Essential Lesson of Subtraction

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “The year of work was intense and solitary. Helen, on her coast, set me tasks; I, on the other coast, took them on. One involved visualizing the mindful subtraction—element by element—of parts of…

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  • Dolls: Nesting & Re-Nesting

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “Truly, my mother was a hard, hard act to follow. Her black chignon, her enormous hats, her flawless, Charles-of-the-Ritz make-up, her back-seamed stockings, their seams razor-straight, her high, high-heeled pumps, her three (never…

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  • Repeat After Me

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “Repeat after me—with radical empathy: I am a poor, old, disabled, Queer (or Lesbian, or Trans), uneducated, neurodivergent, undocumented, Muslim (or Jewish), Black woman, living in America. Repeat after me, until your empathy…

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  • America’s Wailing Wall

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “Maya Lin, we need you once again, it seems. But, this time, you will not be memorializing some 58,000 lost souls, but, rather, in America alone, by the time of Biden’s inauguration, over…

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  • Cassandra of South Carolina

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “In daylight, one person in the house—the straight, white male—regularly storms out to rage impotently at the squirrels. In the night, the insomniac (I) goes out to startle the raccoons on the largest…

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  • While I Breathe, I Hope?

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “At the beginning of ‘the curriculum that will be COVID,’ I read whatever I could find regarding the influenza pandemic of 1918, an experience that has all but vanished from contemporary memory with…

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  • Letter from An Unnamed English Village

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “A dear friend of mine, a Southern woman long expatriated to England, sent me the following letter, and I would like to share it, anonymously, with a larger readership . . . for…

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