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Snow storms always make the night so much brighter.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
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The End of Forever: What happens when an adoption fails?, Rowan Moore Gerety
The Hunted: What happens when you say no to MS-13, Kavitha Surana and Hannah Dreier
Ireland criminalizes emotional abuse with new domestic violence law, Kara Fox
‘I’m Depressed and I Want to Leave My Perfectly Good Husband’, Heather Havrilesky
The Work of The Devil, Gary CartwrightThe Exhausting Minimalism of Tidying Up, Kyle Chayka
Pregnant Black Women Are Treated as if They’re Incompetent, Tressie McMillan Cottom
Facing the opioid epidemic, some hospitals now treat addiction in the ER, German Lopez
The scientist who tried to be as selfless as possible, until it killed him, Dylan Matthews
A charity just admitted that its program wasn’t working. That’s a big deal., Kelsey Piper
Most Anticipated: The Great First-Half 2019 Book Preview
The Mysterious Life (and Death) of Africa’s Oldest Trees, Jaime Lowe
On Being a Woman in America While Trying to Avoid Being Assaulted, R. O. KwonWhat It Felt Like When “Cat Person” Went Viral, Kristen Roupenian
The Art of the Pan: What’s the Point of a Bad Review in 2019?, Rob Harvilla
Three Days in the Life (and Mind) of Jan Morris, Jan Morris
I got a past life reading to learn about my present, Erin Magner
Why a Medieval Woman Had Lapis Lazuli Hidden in Her Teeth, Sarah Zhang
Madam C.J. Walker’s Mansion to Become a Think Tank for Women of Color Entrepreneurs, Sheryl Estrada
World’s Oldest Village and Perfume Factory Found in Egypt
My important, ridiculous nose, A L Kennedy
The howl and death of wolf 926F, Jacob Job
The Blue River Declaration, Kathleen Dean Moore
A Food Tour Through the New York City Crime World, Rob Hart
Could Alzheimer’s Be An Infectious Disease?, Bret Stetka
Lost in the Valley of Death, Harley Rustad
The Mad Scramble to Claim the World’s Most Coveted Meteorite, Joshua Bearman and Allison Keeley
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Romance as means of redemption is the worst kind of Western medicine, but an obsession with personal transformation is an even more American tendency, or at least it is mine. In the last couple years it became a more interesting challenge to be “good” than bad. I started living alone, vacuuming my apartment weekly, saving parmesan rinds for soup, calling to negotiate better rates for utilities. I became a better cook and friend, especially to myself. These specific tasks are not meant to demonstrate adulthood, the inane fantasy of the unrigorous that there is a finite level—based often on what you can afford to own and what that implies—at which no further acquisition of skills or growth is necessary. Rather, it’s to illustrate that I now live my life in a way that suggests I care to be in it. Naturally that desire transfers to other tasks, practices, and ways of relating––what I mean is that it transfers to love.
“Every Long Letter Is A Love Letter” by Lucy Morris
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“Since I’ve had to be without your sweetest presence, I have not wished to hear or see any other human being, but as the turtle-dove, having lost its mate, perches forever on its little dried up branch, so I lament endlessly till I shall enjoy your trust again. I look about and do not find my lover — she does not comfort me even with a single word.
Indeed when I reflect on the loveliness of your most joyful speech and aspect, I am utterly depressed, for I find nothing now that I could compare with your love, sweet beyond honey and honeycomb, compared with which the brightness of gold and silver is tarnished. What more?”
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