Anya Groner examines her experience of being an identical twin through the lens of an annual Twins Day festival she attended without her sister.
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Norma McCorvey Versus Jane Roe
In 1970, a homeless woman pregnant with her third child met with two lawyers at a pizzeria in Dallas. Did it matter, in the end, who Jane Roe really was?
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The Ties That Bind Jihadists
Most scholars of radical Islam focus on doctrine, military tactics, and political statements. However, a small but growing number of academics have turned their research to the seemingly mundane but rich field of jihadist culture, exploring everything from dreams and jokes to poetry.
Posted inStory, Unapologetic Women
On Becoming a Woman Who Knows Too Much
Through my education I’d become a trusted source of specialized knowledge. But how could I become the kind of leader who is surrounded with people like me?
Posted inNonfiction
Borges and $: The Parable of the Literary Master and the Coin
Thirty years ago, the world lost a great literary mind—the Argentine writer and poet Jorge Luis Borges. Today, Elizabeth Hyde Stevens revisits the financial conditions that produced this life of pure literature, finding unexpected hope in the darkest period of Borges’ forgotten past.
Posted inBooks, Nonfiction
A Loaded Gun: The Real Emily Dickinson
She was less like a recluse, more like a bomb going off.
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The House Where You Live Forever
The reversible destiny of Madeline Gins.
Posted inNonfiction, Quotes
A Hospital Chaplain Reflects on Poetry and Dying
A few weeks later, my friend sends me a copy of Dunn’s poem “A Coldness.” The speaker says about his sick brother, “From then on he was delusional, / the cancer making him / stupid, insistently so, and lost. / I wanted him to die. / And I wished his wife / would say A […]
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Educating the Imagination: Kenneth Koch on Poetry
I was brought up in Cincinnati, Ohio. My parents were very nice. The first time I wrote a poem, my mother gave me a big kiss and said, “I love you.” The whole idea of writing poetry had a lot to do with escaping, escaping from the bourgeois society of Cincinnati, Ohio, escaping from any […]
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Nonfiction, Story
Writing Our America
“Despite the headlines that came after the election calling this country ‘Trump’s America’—and there were many—I won’t call it that, or see it that way. And regardless of your politics I’ll ask you to join me. This is our America. It’s our America to write in, and our America to write.”
