A month after filing for divorce, single mom Leslie Jamison contracted COVID-19. She wrote this meditation on single parenthood, loneliness, longing, and frustration while sheltering in place — and sweating out the virus — with her 2-year-old daughter.
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The Top 5 Longreads of the Week
This week, we’re sharing stories from Jessica Lustig, Ed Yong, Leslie Jamison, Rosa Lyster, and Geoff Edgers.
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Other Voices, Other Rooms
Leslie Jamison reviews “Private Lives Public Spaces,” an exhibition of home movies and photography at New York City’s Museum of Modern Art. What makes the exhibit fascinating is the thread of desire that runs through it — that keen human need to document our present as it all-too-quickly turns into our past.
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The Top 5 Longreads of the Week
This week, we’re sharing stories from Elizabeth Weil, Neena Satija, Dan McDougall, Leslie Jamison, and Amos Barshad.
Posted inHighlight, Profiles & Interviews, Quote Posts, Quotes
Vivian Gornick on ‘Political Activism as a Path Toward a Coherent Self’
“But writing itself, living a life defined by work and intellect rather than love or marriage, became her primary feminist commitment.”
Posted inCommentary, Current Events, Discussions, Podcasts
Editor’s Roundtable: Antidotes to Loneliness (Podcast)
Longreads editors discuss stories in The New York Times Magazine, The Atlantic, and a collaboration between Texas Monthly and The Texas Tribune.
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Behind the Writing: On Research
Sarah Menkedick speaks with Leslie Jamison, Carina Chocano, and Elena Passarello on the art of research.
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Addiction, Disorder, Disease, Call It What You Want: A Reading List on Alcoholism
A reading list on alcoholism, for both the hopeful and the cynical.
Posted inNonfiction, Quotes
Leslie Jamison Fesses Up
Leslie Jamison reveals the role lying has played in her life.
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It’s Not You, It’s Me: A Breakup Reading List
A late bloomer as far as relationships go, my first encounter with heartbreak came from the track. It was junior year. The district meet: all big Texas sky and girls next to me adjusting hair ties and heat waves shimmering ahead. At that point in my life, I had devoted myself entirely to running. I […]
