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  • My Late, Great Bipolar Friend: A Sphere in Flatland

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “I actually prefer the old term, ‘manic depression,’ to the new term for what Sally dealt with: bipolar disorder. Bipolar disorder sounds like something tetchy and small; something amiss amongst the spark plugs;…

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  • In The Shadow of The Giant Peachoid: Upstate South Carolina BBQ

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “The dives I snuck into back in the late 60s in Athens, Georgia were after-hours clubs often raided by the local police. They were unique in being “integrated” establishments:  as throughout that entire…

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  • Native Speakers of Cancerspeak

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “Considering their diminutive proportions, my breasts have generated hubbub and alarm incommensurate with their size, and I’ve weathered angst-ridden weeks, enduring mammograms, ultrasounds, and biopsies, and then awaiting test results. Where are those…

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  • Summer Houseguests

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    Ruminant With A View By Elizabeth Boleman-Herring “Hospitality is making your guests feel at home, even if you wish they were.”—Anonymous “Staying with people consists in your not having your own way, and…

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  • Shopping for Elegance (With My Mother)

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “Though she came up and out of a tiny, Upstate South Carolina hamlet, population 100 at most, she had an uncanny eye; an unfailing, unwavering instinct about what objects, what clothing, what design,…

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  • Scent & Sensibility: The Passion Flower

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “Long ago, the day before my-then-fiancé, Kevin Andrews, drowned before my eyes off the Greek island of Kythira, I was walking up a cobbled path in the island’s main town of Hora, when…

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  • Death at The Dance: Depression

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “For we depressives are suspended throughout the vast, shadowy circles of hell; beneath, below and out of sight of even the ‘Purgatorio,’ let alone the ‘Paradiso’ and the stars beyond. Unless rescued, guided…

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  • Assholes at the Front of the Yoga Class: Asana in America

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “I am working my way—again—through X-rays and skull scans, but I have, finally, come to the conclusion that Yoga as we practice it, as we are taught it, in the West, is not…

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  • My Mother’s Cookbooks

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “Just inside ‘The Art of Eating: The Collected Gastronomical Works of M.F.K. Fisher’—and, remember, my mother was, first of all, a reader, and only second, reluctantly and late, a cook—there is a two-page…

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  • For the Love of Sushi (in Teaneck NJ)

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “The story of the Teaneck Sushi Buffet in Bergen County, New Jersey, is actually more of a cross-cultural love story than a fish tale. Tommy McGlew, originally of Fort Lee, and his wife,…

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