My on-again, off-again love affair with Engelbert Humperdinck.
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At Transformation
On the cusp of a life-changing procedure, Jane Rideau Demuth makes peace with the paths that brought her here, and the obstacles she had to wrestle with along the way.
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In the Country of Women
Amid badass women and endless stories, a young California writer comes of age in the orange groves as the Golden State comes into its own.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Story
Seventeen
Steve Edwards revisits an early heartbreak to ask: “How do we find compassion for who we used to be?”
Posted inArts & Culture, Story
My So-Called Media: How the Publishing Industry Sells Out Young Women
Rookie is the latest publication for young women to shut down. How do you survive a system set up for you to fail?
Posted inBooks, Profiles & Interviews, Science Fiction, Story
Working Through the Apocalypse: An Interview with Ling Ma
In Ling Ma’s “Severance” — a novel she began to write after getting laid off, while living partly on severance pay — the characters keep going to work, even though they know it’s the end of the world.
Posted inArts & Culture, Quote Posts, Quotes
The Anatomy of a TV Show: How ‘The Americans’ Is Made
Caroline Framke shadowed the crew of FX’s Cold War spy drama The Americans during the production of season four episode “Clark’s Place” and explained how the show was made.
Posted inFood, Nonfiction, Reading List
A Thereness Beneath the Thereness: A Jonathan Gold Reading List
Until his passing in late July, Jonathan Gold celebrated food for decades in publications such as LA Weekly and The Los Angeles Times.
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What I Learned From Doing Amateur Porn
Nancy Jainchill recalls a ’70s sexcapade that helped her make (one month’s) rent, and began her exploration into women’s pleasure and sexual parity.
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A Dispatch From the Fast-Paced, Makeshift World of High-End Catering
The unsung heroes of the food world battle against time and chaos, cooking haute cuisine over lit cans of Sterno in the gloomy back hallways of New York’s civic landmarks.
