On a cruise through Antarctica’s stunning (and endangered) landscapes, Julia Whitty observes the spectre of climate change from up close.
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Returning to a Simpler Cup of Coffee
“Cheap coffee is one of America’s most unsung comfort foods.”
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Feeding Your Grief
Isaac Blum writes in the Iowa Review about his young sister’s death, the shadow Heinz ketchup casts over his family, and the different ways people mourn.
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Microaggression U: Racism at Yale, from Students’ Perspectives
At Guernica, Larissa Pham writes beautifully, as always, about the insidious systemic racism she and other persons of color encounter on a regular basis at one of the most prestigious, liberal universities in the world.
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‘I Have Been Writing To Impress Old White Men’
Claire Vaye Watkins, acclaimed author of Battleborn and Gold Fame Citrus, presented “On Pandering” during the 2015 Tin House Summer Writers’ Workshop.
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How the Mason Jar Got Hip
Ariana Kelly writes in The Atlantic about the invention and impact of the Mason Jar ─ that simple, indispensible glassware that facilitated rural American life ─ and what its current popularity in urban culture signifies.
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The Definition of Grace
Alana Massey writes beautifully about losing faith while at divinity school.
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Mid-Century Visions of Modern Food
One of the most dizzying of these effects is the dominance of circles. Ringed or round connoted nature tamed. The vegetables that survived the cleansing were united by two qualities. They were round and cute: button mushrooms, olives, cherry tomatoes, pearl onions, peas, invincible iceberg. (Celery, long and tubular, made it through, too, I think […]
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When Your Name Precedes You: Jeannie Vanasco On Feeling Bound to the Dead Older Sibling She’s Named For
“I was sixteen, the age Jeanne would always be.”
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‘Unyielding Boredom’: On the Slow Passage of Time Behind Bars
“I may have laughed more, and harder, there than anytime in my life. (Also, cried. Also, raged.)”