From the Archive: The Dark All Around Us
There is still light in the dark. This is the paradox that Little Bear has to accept in order to fall asleep.
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...moreWe both can disappear in our own ways, can’t we?
...moreAppearance aside, my boss took his work seriously.
...moreMatthew Clark Davison discusses his debut novel, DOUBTING THOMAS.
...moreVince Granata discusses his debut memoir, EVERYTHING IS FINE.
...moreThere is no finality to this grief. Only a series of losses, compounded.
...moreAnything we write now is a primary source.
...moreIt’s a strange thing, seeing a reliable machine fail. Seeing a hero crash to earth.
...moreWhen I imagine his days, the loneliness of it all makes my chest tighten.
...moreLooking back, it feels like I knew.
...moreHe was and still is a stranger, uninhabitable and distant like a whisper in a language I don’t quite understand.
...moreI don’t remember when [my brother] ran away; I just remember him being gone more often than not.
...moreWe seldom forget when people promise to give us something, whether we need or want that thing or not. I promise you death, you want a death.
...more“[T]his admittedly bizarre idea just came into focus for me that Walter was actually pregnant with his own twin brother who would be obsessed with getting his MBA.”
...moreThe female body here is as palpable as image. As the images and objects transform, so does the female’s body.
...moreShe never stopped, a bee buzzing from flower to flower to flower, collecting all the sweetness she could.
...moreJessica Berger Gross discusses her new memoir, Estranged: Leaving Family and Finding Home, walking away from her parents age of twenty-eight, and the importance of boundaries.
...more“It’s not healthy, how you live. People aren’t meant to sleep all day. We need the sun. We’re meant to live in the sun.”
...moreThere isn’t even a discussion. There aren’t any words. You just start swinging—the building is a fence, your cousins are a fence. The two of you are surrounded. There’s no escape for either of you.
...moreIt would be simple to say that she is missing the internal formulation that makes one enthusiastic about dogs. And that would be true, partially. Was she, as their mother once said, a cold fish?
...moreMany days I couldn’t see the way forward, but I kept going, the way you had. It was you, after all, who taught me how to stay.
...moreUnwittingly, my mother teaches me in this conversation her generation’s word for gay: 同性恋. I look it up in an online dictionary, three characters in my mother’s tongue. Same, sex, and love.
...moreDear John, I, like so many other Americans, spent the past weeks worrying, crying, and searching for the people around me that I loved so they could be beacons when I felt most battered. I did not seek you out, did not call or text you, did not respond to your victory message because I […]
...moreI’ve become an abridged version of myself—made half-done and meager. Made hungry for answers.
...moreFaith is about action, Professor Wiesel said that day. Faith is about what you do with that faith. Belief in God is to do, not to accept. So always the question: what can we do?
...moreBefore you came along, I don’t think I actually had a musical identity.
...moreIn my desperate attempts to keep my secret I learned to shut everyone out, to become as closed as a fist.
...moreStill lying on the bed in the Wausau hotel room, I started counting ceiling tiles. From above the covers. Not under. Never under. I always feel constricted, under.
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