Feast or Famine

By Tulio Resende   All of us, whether we care to admit it or not, have a relationship with food. It nourishes us, it keeps us alive. These relationships go so much deeper than sustenance, food evolves in tandem with our own development. It becomes four course meals, desserts, finger foods. It’s all around us. […]

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The Grace of Taco

I was lost in pork. The crispy edges delighted me to no end while the tenderness of the inner meat provided a savory, greasy anchor. The accompanying chile had a small bite I respected. I drizzled it on my tacos from the small plastic cup. I squeezed lime slices and understood why I had so many napkins.

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The Dying Art of Conversation

By Tim Clark I am not much of a conversationalist. It might be genetic, maybe environmental; but somewhere I was left off the list, or missed the boat, or didn’t get the memo.   You choose the excuse. I am okay with a monologue, as long as it is brief. There is little risk involved […]

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Without a Net

It reminded me of the night I discovered eternity. I was in my bed, saying my prayers, while everyone else was asleep.

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My Roommate Was a Totem

By Ira Rabois We all have things we fear. For several people I know, spiders are high on their list. For me, it was only big, hairy ones. There is something so primal about them. In 1969, I served in the Peace Corps in a small village in the jungle of Sierra Leone, which is […]

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A Single Step Led Me to a Family Secret Buried in 1720

by LindaAnn LoSchiavo “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” — — Lao Tzu (circa 604 B.C.)  In the 1990s, when the personal computer was still a novelty for many households, I was writing for a weekly newspaper, The Italian Tribune, and for a bi-lingual quarterly based in Italy and Brooklyn, […]

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Meeting Places

By Tim Clark My family moved often when I was young. Jobs, transfers, I am not really sure of the reason. My memories are boxes lined up and down hallways, or maybe in moving vans. The smell of my Mother’s cinnamon rolls competing with exhaust fumes.  There are deep recollections about a certain exciting apprehension of […]

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In Bohemia with Djuna Barnes

By LindaAnn Lo Schiavo    “Bohemia is a place where everyone is as good as everyone else!”   In January 1971, when I was working a full-time job while attending college and trying to launch myself as a freelance writer, I had recently moved to 4 Milligan Place in Greenwich Village. Our difficult Hungarian landlord Manny […]

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A Dangerous Nostalgia: by Aaminah Shakur

“The coming summer sun reminds me of fun times, sexy games, and community pow-wows, picnics, and hopscotch with the neighborhood children. It transports me to a fiction where I only remember the comforting things and can ignore all the reasons things had to change. I conveniently forget that I almost died there, more than once.”

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