Hubris
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The Funeral That Wasn’t
Eating Well Is The Best Revenge By Diana Farr Louis “He was literally a godsend, highly intelligent, fun to talk to on any subject from Heather Cox Richardson to Gustave Mahler, and a…
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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
Off the Page By Dr. Jason Page “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…
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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
Planetary Hospice By Dr. Guy McPherson “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…
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Twinkles in the Wrinkles: Divorce & Marriage
Skip the B.S. By Skip Eisiminger “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…
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Italian Meanderings
Singing & Drowning By Janet Kenny “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,…
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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
The Hubris Book Excerpt By Elizabeth Boleman-Herring, Publishing-Editor “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,…
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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…