Remembering flashbulbs and fictions

Like most people past early childhood on September 11, 2001, I remember exactly where I was when I heard: in the car. The news was too bizarre and my brain went straight to disbelief, assuming an oddly timed War of the Worlds sort of broadcast. I pumped gas and, when...

Unlearning My Way Forward

  A handful of years ago, I asked my mom to recount for me a bit of family lore. It was the kind of story that infuses most families, so deeply interwoven that it doesn’t often occur to us to examine it more closely, to check whether the story was, in fact, woven...

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