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Interview with Shara McCallum
Writer Shara McCallum dicusses her essay, "Snapshots in Black and White"Issue 19
Why I Love The Dump: Further reading
In our town, we haul our own garbage to the dump. At home, my husband and I put our garbage in paper bags. When one is full, we close it and staple it shut.Issue 19
Q&A on Chavawn Kelley
Discussion questions and writing promptsIssue 19
What’s the Story #19
We are sitting in the Thai Place, a dark, quiet restaurant in the Shadyside section of Pittsburgh, when I clink my water glass with a spoon. None of the other nine people at the table knows why I am clinking my glass.ThreeIssue 19
The Brown Study
Or, as a brown man, I think. But do we really think that color colors thought? Sherlock Holmes occasionally retired to a “brown study”—a kind of moribund funk; I used to imagine a room with brown wallpaper.Issue 24/25 / Issue 19 / In Fact / Hurricanes and Carnivals
Iguana Don
A pea-green iguana cloaks the neck of a thin man dressed in chains and leather, striding along the train tracks. The iguana’s golden eyes stare over one shoulder; its thick tail twitches over the other. I have seen this man before, but with a rifle, and a baby bundled in fuzzy blankets, over his shoulders.Issue 19
Blindsided
Last week I discovered I was black.You might think that is something you can’t just discover in middle age, but stranger things—even similar things (Madeleine Albright finding out about her Jewish heritage)—have happened.Issue 19
Lessons in Killing for the Black Buddhist Nun
When I was 5, my mother came home one Friday from the California junior high school where she taught and announced that she had a surprise.Issue 19
Leaving Babylon
A Walk Through the Jewish Divorce CeremonyIssue 19 / Issue 24/25 / In Fact
Prayer Dogs
Prairie dogs. Prairie gods. Pleistocene mammals standing on their hind legs in the big wide open.What do they see?What do they smell?What do they hear?What they hear is the sound of a truck coming toward their town, the slamming of doors, the voices, the pressure of feet walking toward them.Issue 19 / Issue 24/25 / In Fact