As rumors of a “High Alert” status start to spread through official and unofficial channels of communication, the mood in the United States has changed to one of intense and feverish expectation. This is a visceral, bone-deep sense of unease that has been developing for almost a year, anchored in a series of occurrences that…
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Human memory is a carefully curated gallery, frequently put together by individuals who care about us to display only the most exquisite and reliable images. The pictures of a flawless, unique childhood filled my own gallery for almost thirty years. I had two parents who were as devoted to me as the tides, and I…
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In addition to being a biography of longevity, Betty Reid Soskin’s narrative is a powerful illustration of the strength of the human voice in the vast scheme of American history. Soskin died quietly at the age of 104, leaving behind a world that, as a result of her existence, appears radically altered. She was a…
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Most license plates are just functional, a jumble of state slogans and alphanumeric numbers used only for identification in the never-ending stream of a morning commute. We rarely think about the inner lives of the drivers in the nearby lanes as we navigate through traffic in a state of relative anonymity, shielded by steel and…
A successful marketing business, a strong three-year relationship with my fiancé, Miles, and a cozy apartment that was a haven for our shared goals were the carefully chosen milestones that formed the architectural solidity of my life. I was certain that the ghosts of my past were safely buried beneath layers of weekend brunches and…
An otherwise calm Tuesday night was given a solemn soundtrack by the steady drumming of a chilly December rain against the kitchen window pane. The front door suddenly slammed open as I stood at the stove, deep in the quiet, contemplative process of stirring a pot of vegetable soup, and I jumped. Arthur, my husband,…
Grief is more often a silent tenant who enters a life’s empty spaces without permission than the roaring collapse portrayed in movies. My father’s death didn’t come with a big fanfare. Rather, it became part of the everyday rhythm of my life, appearing in the stifling quiet of his favorite armchair and the terrible, automatic…
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The terrain of human identity is a huge and dynamic map that is continually being rebuilt as we discover more accurate ways to characterize the complexities of the heart. The advent of micro-labels in recent years has made it possible for people to go beyond general classifications and toward a more detailed comprehension of their…
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The hospital hallway’s fluorescent lights often hum with a sterile, professional efficiency, but that Tuesday night they appeared to flicker with a metallic, icy indifference. I am Dr. Rebecca Chen, and I have worked as a night-shift nurse for eighteen years, negotiating the hazy boundary between life and death. Nothing in my nearly two decades…
Grief is rarely a straight path; instead, it is a maze of silent rooms and abrupt, painful reminders of what has been lost. The stillness that followed the death of my older brother, Alex, in a terrible car accident was oppressive. As the man who had overseen our family’s estate planning and dealt with the…
