by Robert Levin Blanche Dubois always depended on the kindness of strangers. Me, I’ve always depended on strangers thinking I’m someone else. I’m referring, in my case anyway, to getting sex. I know it’s weird, but the assumption some women...
by Karima Alavi It’s my last Friday ‘Muslim day of communal prayer’ in Iran. After a twenty-six year absence from the country, my first return is coming to a close. I gaze out the window that overlooks the city of Shiraz and I’m filled with...
by Lonnie Martin This is where I am from, the place of my father’s birth. It sits on the edge of a valley, surrounded by mountains older than the generations that have lived and died in a land claimed as their own. I was not born here, nor was I conceived here,...
by Robert Levin I was, I suppose you could say, in a prepartum depression. It started when my wife, Connie, decided it was time to have a baby. I was thirty-one and she was twenty-eight, a circumstance which, I reminded her in my argument against the idea, was no...
by Gabriella Herkert I’m a lawyer. For those of you who don’t know many lawyers, that pretty much means I get paid by the word. Every multi-syllabic euphemism I can inject into an otherwise casual conversation is directly proportional to the lakeside...
by Jody Reale It was not so long after Our Ugly Wedding that I made a friendly gesture toward my husband, Alex. We were in the car, taking a springtime drive to Boulder. We were going to walk down the pedestrian mall while eating ice cream, watching the buskers and...
