May Our Hope Persist: A Love Letter for My Niece

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America, June 2018 Dear Malia, Let me begin with what matters most: I love you. I don’t know how many times I have written this letter in...

After the President Calls Citizens ‘Sons of Bitches’

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As I watch the line of men drop to their knees, refusing to praise the God of country, the most jealous and vengeful God of...

City Birds

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The turkeys are out in Cambridge. I passed one this morning on my way to church: a large male in full feather, his tail...

Our Lies Are Our Fondest Hopes–And Science Will Destroy Them (That’s...

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I never liked science. Numbers are boring. I never was this nerd guy, doing the math, imagining algorithms, checking things in a laboratory... I...

Tourniquet

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The day after I passed my ninth grade finals, I began a summer job at a country inn. The tips weren’t great, but I...

Home No More

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I stood in the fourth-floor lounge at Cambridge Innovation Center, my gaze switching back and forth between the innovators—who were drinking their morning coffees...

Lesson from a Last Day

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My husband’s living will is in his backpack when he checks into the little New England hospital near the lake house where we stay...

Fox Humana

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If asked, the fox might say that one of the problems in her world, and ours, is that humans have overtaken her species as...

When Things Go Wrong, Do Right: Options for Action

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Thoughts in response to a friend asking, after grand catastrophe: “What can we do?” We ask each other in times of trouble: “What can we...

From the Editor: What We Are

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On the Publication of Pangyrus Three No one knows, showing up on the shores of a strange country, clutching an address on an envelope, where...