Hubris
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The Funeral That Wasn’t
“He was literally a godsend, highly intelligent, fun to talk to on any subject from Heather Cox Richardson to Gustave Mahler, and a good cook whose specialties were anything with tomatoes, pasta, ice…
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Odious Odysseys: Reinventing Homer
“Within Anglo societies especially, antiquity has long functioned for diaspora Greeks as symbolic legitimacy. References to Socrates, democracy, philosophy, and Homer became ways of negotiating dignity within cultures where migrants historically occupied ambiguous…
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Ding Dong Ditch: A Love Letter to Mischief in a Surveillance State
“Growing up, we knew our neighbors. We spent evenings playing in the street or down at the local park. We knew the rules. Of course, knowing the rules and following them are not…
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Home With a Cat
“The first time I’d heard her purring discomfited me, more, I mean, than later when I’d wake up and there she’d be at my ear. I was by myself in our little cottage…
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Burning Up at Both Ends
“A heatwave in Antarctica might seem remote from everyday life. But what happens there has global consequences. Antarctica holds most of the world’s freshwater, locked in vast ice sheets. Even short-lived warming events…
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Twinkles in the Wrinkles: Divorce & Marriage
“One evening, when I asked her about the origins of her selflessness, she reminded me of how after the war, her mother, the sainted Mutti, had volunteered to house seven refugees at different…
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Italian Meanderings
“Nobody really laughs at Rome./Rome rules and always has. Each stone/is steeped in power. Each lane has known/the best and worst of fragile man./No taste, no color, no design,/no inspiration and no crime/is…
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Jack’s Big Adventure
“He was a beefy, auburn-colored hunting dog—butch but neutered—with a curled tail and a misaligned lip that gave him a mischievous smile. One Halloween, for the Art Bar Pet Party, he went as…
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Paul Broneer’s Working Watercraft of The Levant, Chapter 1
“Paul and I met soon after he wrote to me following Kevin Andrews’ death by drowning on 1 September 1989. (That autumn, Patrick Leigh Fermor, Peter Green, Mike Keeley, and Paul, who had…
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On the Avenue
“My husband is not only a clarinet player born in the Bronx, he is also a man who knows the five boroughs of New York like the back of his favorite reed. I…