Hubris
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Mother Tongues & Other Languages
“My parents saw the value of teaching me four languages from the moment I began to speak. The European convent school I attended in Yokohama taught English and French from the first grade,…
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The Non-Spatial Continuum on Which Events Occur in Irreversible Order: Time
“After a friend recommended that I reacquaint myself with Judy Collins’ poignant ballad ‘Who Knows Where the Time Goes?’ I found myself in what many of her fans will recognize: a musically induced…
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At One Remove: Winter Wheat, Etc.
“As I was saying, Kershaw experiences things at one, or more removes (from the rest of us), and thus, in fact, though he seems just to be standing there looking whimsical or even…
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Dr. Harilaos Louis & Athenian Xmases of the 1930s
Eating Well Is The Best Revenge By Diana Farr Louis The iconic Greek family at their dinner table. Author’s Note: “When I was young, growing up on Long Island, my father used to…
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Women in Graffiti
“Is street graffiti . . . art? And how representative of the world’s artists is graffiti? One of the most omnipresent types of public expression, graffiti is usually seen on walls, though the…
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Climate Science’s Two Best-Kept Secrets
“So, that’s it: A three-step plan to nirvana, starting with nuclear war. This is the kind of story that captures the wishful, wish-filled imaginations of people constantly misinformed by governments, so-called climate scientists,…
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Remembrance of Things Past Remembering
“I just want you to understand discovering your mother in a rehabilitation hospital packing her things only these are not her things, these are trash things, used diapers, plastic wrap, wads of Kleenex,…
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Loving One’s Water Mother
“The windy forests of the high foothills and Front Ranges are the birthplace of rivers: rivers like the Oldman, beside whom I sit most evenings on what I’ve come to know as the…
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Give Me . . . Shelter
“There are very few places anymore, in these times, where we can recreate the carefree security of the past, or even the illusion of it. Today, our children can’t even feel safe at…
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The Poetry of Doug Van Gundy
“The man at the table across from mine/is eating a painting with a knife and fork./It looks to be a lesser Pollock, or perhaps/a Clyfford Still, regardless, abstract/expressionism, surprisingly modern/for a restaurant with…