While the rest of the department read books, wrote papers, and graded student work, Tim and Rick printed out pictures of clowns.
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Tag: Nonfiction
How I loved sitting on a barstool listening to James choose his words to perfection and pronounce them in a way that was subtle and glowing, as if they were wrapped in beautiful paper.
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Perhaps they found another way. Perhaps they could stop. Perhaps they just go to church. What I wouldn’t give to possess their simple freedoms. (nonfiction)
We don’t know names, on our street.
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“Chicago has nothing to be ashamed of in comparison with New York.” (nonfiction)
I loved her. But I never, ever felt close to her. The few times I tried to speak honestly to her as I struggled to understand how I’d come to see the world as I did, she was so hurt that it would have been cruel to persist.
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“What have they been feeding you in here?” I ask.
“A bunch of bullshit!”
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As children under Nixon and teens under Reagan, first-wave Generation Xers like myself have spent our lives watching the rout of the political left from power. Progressive reforms from the New Deal and Great Society were dismantled piecemeal to enrich a profiteering few.
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It’s the last corner of paradise, here, evaporating like spit on a hot sidewalk.
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The professor should have burned the letters. He had no right to give them to a stranger.
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