Leonard, Show Me the Place
by Rowan Johnson In the 1950s, Leonard Cohen often walked a long road home from Congregation Shaar Hashomayim, the synagogue where his grandfather was a rabbi. When losing his way…
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I Am Providence: The City that Made H.P. Lovecraft
by Robert Anasi I never can be tied to raw new things, For I first saw the light in an old town, Where from my window huddled roofs sloped down…
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The Literary Significance of Bread: Reflections from an Amateur Sourdough Baker
When I first started baking sourdough, I never imagined it would become such a central part of my life. What began as something to do at home during the pandemic…
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A City Girl’s Love Story: A Journey through the Big Sky State
By Monique Santos For 23 years, I’ve lived in a city in South Eastern Massachusetts, just about an hour away from Boston, depending on traffic. As a city dweller, I’ve…
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The Forgotten Highway
by Rowan Johnson Winding through a desolate “hinterland” of South Africa known as the Karoo and into the sandy dunes and grasslands of the Kalahari Desert, there is an ancient…
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Montmartre en Chansons with Anne Sophie Guerrier
When I imagine guided tours, I think to myself. “I’d rather be spontaneous than follow someone with an itinerary for hours” “Montmartre en Chansons” has erased that narrow mentality and…
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Joyce Carol Oates Wins Fitzgerald Prize at Hôtel Belles Rives
By Monique Santos Joyce Carol Oates, one of America’s most talented writers, who has produced a vast amount of literary work has won the Fitzgerald Prize at the elegant Hôtel…
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Italo Calvino’s Eyes
I first discovered Italo Calvino, through my brother. He and I share a love of literature. As an older brother, he always took it upon himself to educate his little…
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The Lost Chance
By Michael Latta It’s 1957. I’m in my next to last year at the LA Art Center College. Broke. Then an uncle died, leaving me $10,000. What would you have…
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Kyoto: Where the Cuckoo Calls
By Suzanne Kamata “even in Kyoto I long for Kyoto— cuckoo!” –Matsuo Basho (1644-94)* My story begins at Kyoto Station, where I alight after a three-hour bus ride. It is…
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