after the mile walk to the metro station in the cool morning, i was excited to see exactly what the metro would look like. transportation in various countries can be colorful. as efficient as south african khumbies are, they are a haphazard bunch of minivans typically held together with floss and a prayer. that said, […]
stolid, behind the bustling streets and haphazard building of giza, the pyramids appeared through the gray haze of big city smog. they caught me by surprise. i think i expected more preparation, sand unfolding, crumbling rock, and then the grandeur. but the grandeur appeared from the standard city scene. and once we drove through the […]
since my junior year of high school i have been obsessed with egypt. my history teacher had planned a two week trip for june that i signed up for in september. by may there had been a bombing in a tourist area and the trip was called off. the group went to greece and i […]
i'm not sure what my addiction is to painful love. the awkward stuff. i guess my addiction is the nation's addiction. i can't be the only one keeping buffy and angel, willow and oz, angela and brian crackow, or the couple whose names i can't recall – from life goes on, on the air. (although […]
the moon, almost full, hung gauzy in the twilight. the sun had crossed the horizon but darkness hadn’t regained her hold over day, though the time was close. i stopped for a moment, the car settling into itself with the usual groans and clinks, and looked up. in high school i would have called mark, […]
“you’ll only know a world where this is possible,” I whispered to my niece. Less than a year old, she bounced and drooled on my lap as her mother screamed with joy in the background. Obama is president. For a moment my eyes stung with tears. But I smiled. Listening to him calmly and humbly […]
even the people who know me best…who I know best…only know as much as Is hare, I only know of them what I filter through myself. the last few years have been a test of relationships on every level. i spent my 20s learning who i am and i've spent my 30s reconciling that against […]
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To the Editor: Re “It Still Felt Good the Morning After” (column, Nov. 9): Frank Rich and many others are hailing the election of Barack Obama as something transformational in the American electorate — the breakdown of centuries of prejudice and perhaps the creation of a new center-left coalition. Certainly an event that many of […]
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