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Story of the Week
I broke up fights, bandaged cuts, fielded calls from parents, and sat with the sad or depressed.
Nonfiction
I received a surprise invitation to a tryout camp at Ebbets Field.
Nonfiction
Lust for power and money undermined their morality and common sense.
Story of the Week
The rifle slams into my shoulder. Smoke pummels the air.
Nonfiction
I don’t need to consult a healer to feel the aura glowing around us.
Story of the Week
Mom often went to work on her days off. The library was her refuge.
Story of the Week
The stories of terror continued well after the tsunami had passed.
Nonfiction
Eating a raw oyster is like exchanging a soul kiss with the sea.
Nonfiction
The danger was my own carelessness, and now I was waist deep in it.
Nonfiction
When we wake up, the five windows and the French door are full of light.
Story of the Week
“I don’t want to see these patch towns,” she said, raising her voice.
Story of the Week
The last thing one settles in writing a book is what one should put in first.
Nonfiction
In the seventies a skier’s mettle was measured by the length of his skis.
Nonfiction
I’m there inside La Fonda at the bar ordering another glass of red wine!
Story of the Week
Poetry can open. Is there a case for poetry in this plague year?
Narrative on the Road
We drink to Nixon’s impeachment again, this time with the good stuff.
Nonfiction
Art is a way for the mind to master the body, even if it is not one’s own.
Narrative Taste
To me, the very point of cooking is to wildly praise what’s wild.
Nonfiction
They don’t dance but simply monitor our movements, like bodyguards.
Nonfiction
“Why don’t you say anything, people? These thugs are murdering me!”
Story of the Week
“I’m sorry,” I wrote, “but I have to go back to the bookstore.”
My only plan was to plead for my old job back. To my surprise, it worked.
The law was safe; the law was my father. I decided to go to law school.
Story of the Week
I reviewed the rules for myself, among them: stay in the moment.
Classics
The Interests of a writer and the interests of his readers are never...
Nonfiction
The Warsaw Pact invaded in 1968
and soon banned Hrabal’s work.
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Their house is what I see when I look up from my notebook.
Nonfiction
The appetite for self-surrender is nothing new in our makeup.