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Writing Wednesday: Confessions of a Library Junkie

After finally finishing Middlesex, which ended just as brilliantly as it began, I decided to check out The Virgin Suicides, also by Jeffrey Euginides, a book I heard about on NPR called The Mysterious Lost Expedition for the City of Z, and finally, for some lighter fare, The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the…

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There’s No Such Thing as Race

As a professor of cultural anthropology, I’ve grown accustomed to my white students blaming their black classmates for their own failure to qualify for financial aid. Along these same lines, it saddens but never surprises me when they refer to the continent of Africa as a country. I’ve finally come to accept that for my…

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A Surprise Behind the Door

I suppose it’s time to tell you: I came back to my house yesterday—my house, the one with the thrice scrubbed floors that still feel and look and smell of plaster dust, where every chair I own was drug out for the holidays only to be ensconced once again, as soon as the last guests…

This is either where they filmed Adelle's "Rolling in the Deep" or its my living room.  I'll let you decide.

Of Magnets and Parmesan

This time around was easy: I mailed the book I’d borrowed from The European back to his house, pushed the magnets he’d given me to the side of the fridge and called a plumber. Calling a plumber isn’t part of my usual break up procedure, mind you, but now that I’m a homeowner, I’ve been…

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Blues Dancing, or Why I Need Tequila

I never to go to bars by myself and I never do tequila shots but its 10:00pm on Friday night, about 12 hours before I have to leave for the airport and I’m doing both. Why? Well, I’ve agreed to accompany a friend who is visiting from out of town to a blues dance. Blues,…

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It’s Time to Leap

So I’m in the shower, thinking (it’s where I do my best thinking), when I realize I haven’t heard anything from the editor for the last magazine piece I did. It’s my first time writing for her, I’m contractually obligated to respond to the magazine’s request for revisions by Day X and today is Day…

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Every 65 Minutes: To Jacob, with Love

Almost exactly three years ago, I arrived home at my parent’s house to see three scruffy looking men approaching our garage. My first thought was, “Oh great… who have we adopted this time?” The men were riding bicycles and it was clear that they’d been on the road for quite some time. Within a few…