Returning to the three-story brick building, meeting with the same friendly, portly man who conducted the assessments, I learn my results.
Author: Gwynne Monahan
If not for “Winner of the PEN/Hemingway Award” printed on the bottom of the cover, “Maps to Anywhere” is easily mistaken for a collection of nonfiction essays.
Not quite purple, not quite blue, and the perfect color for me.
Whether it’s a marathon of running, or a marathon of fighting six hours to cover a mile of ground to reach a dead soldier, Komatsu puts the reader next to him, embedded in the experience.
My mother walked around the neighborhood a few times, checking the color of every front door. No one had a yellow door.
As Angela Morales comes of age from one essay to the next, and discovers her own voice, she harkens back to the experiences that gave her voice.
For Aimee Nezhukumatathil, fireflies function as both metaphor and a vehicle for memory.
In her essay, “So Many Rings,” Ana Maria Spagna is able to keep both her personal revelations through time and the reader grounded by using significant cultural events as time markers.
A situation/event divided into two lists. For the first list, every line starts with “I remember.” For the second list, every line starts with “I don’t remember.” There is a difference.
There is no shortage of commentary on the "Blurred Lines" case, and its $7.4 million dollar award to the family of Marvin Gaye. Tim Wu does a nice job of outlining the case in The New Yorker, and his reference…