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Stories
Nonfiction
We want to revisit what life was like before technology infected us.
Nonfiction
His thoughts are never far from the erotic as he roams around Dublin.
Nonfiction
Buster’s reasons for looking after Marco weren’t entirely altruistic.
Nonfiction
Trump reminded me of the guys I grew up with on Long Island.
Nonfiction
Our visions of the world fade like the morning star, lost in the light of day.
Classics, Story of the Week
Amusement is one thing; enjoyment of art is another.
Story of the Week
I look on Britain as a new world, which it is almost madness to invade.
Classics
I lost myself in their minds: for the moment I actually became them.
Spring Contest Winners
I wait for the one thing that will change my life to arrive in the mail.
Nonfiction
If you want to know what to write, ask yourself what obsesses you.
Nonfiction
What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?
Fall Contest Winners
I hear myself giving advice in my father’s voice: Take the emotion out.
Narrative Taste
This would not be a wooing meal. I was cooking my man into submission.
Story of the Week
Taller than most women, Sojourner Truth seemed to rise a little higher.
Story of the Week
Young people have a gift for reviving freshness of language.
Nonfiction
Art, like writing, is an invitation to be surprised, to be open to revelation.
Essays
Ike’s voice left behind on the shore as Tina plunges in again.
Story of the Week
I am visited daily by unrelenting spirits evoking my accumulated flaws.
Story of the Week
Again, nature has written a good script. The skunk saga will continue.
Story of the Week
No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.
Story of the Week
With cane in hand I felt a twinge of superiority to the crutch people.
Story of the Week
They retire for the night, he to his bedroom and she to hers. What of it?
Story of the Week
They rose before us under a halo of lights like figures in a shrine.
Nonfiction
Once, when young and proud, I tried to grasp the enormity of the past.
Story of the Week
We’re tired. In bed, we hold hands. We watch TV. But do you want more?
Story of the Week
When I come to be old, I resolve not to tell the same story over and over.
Story of the Week
I had forgotten how to breathe, and then I learned again, all at once.
