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Our Day in the Labyrinth. Thanks for stopping by! Our Day in the Labyrinth.
Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it. You can only try to remember who you were before your body loaned you this shape. Andre Dubus II, Broken Vessels. No freedom from the past, or from the future. But we keep making our way, as we have to. Darin Strauss, Half A Life. To the outside world, however, I show a different face. Mira Bartók, The Memory Palace. 8220;Melissa Cronin has a w.
Winner of the 2016 Maine Literary Award for Short Form Creative Nonfiction. Capturing reality requires acts of omission and other treacheries. Her writing convinces us that there are no easy answers, just the steady soldiering on. And 2015 recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship.
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I fondly look back on all of the dangerous things my brother and I did as a kid, whether it was jumping off the roof of our childhood home onto a trampoline or trespassing on the local cranberry bog. For context, we had this dreamlike machination that somewhere in that bog was some rifle-toting landowner who hated little kids. The battle for the at.
This Film Is Not Yet Made. Featuring One Story Told Week by Week and The Improvised Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. This Film Is Not Yet Made. Improvised movies created and performed live on stage.
Sunday, March 8, 2009. How I spent Spring Break. Tuesday, February 3, 2009. The 2nd semester is well underway. It is pretty positive of both. I got the time off and everything. I will let you guys know how those trips go. Thursday, September 25, 2008. Faithful readers, I apologize.
Never before had I felt the magnetic pull of home as strongly as I did on Wednesday night. Text messages, phone calls and emails were flying into my New York City apartment shouting, We won! Saddest of all, not one person said, I remember when and went on to talk about where they were the last time they felt this sort of Philadelphia pride. For starters, we finally have something to gloat.