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Boy Erased
… the khaki slacks and striped button-down that have become standard fatigues for evangelical men across the … come as a shock when I’d first read it on the facility’s website, when I’d first learned that the homosexuality I’d … for other answers, other realities, other families or bodies I could have been born into. Every time I realized that …
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Walt
… deal about the man who would be my father-​in-​law: the comedy of overstating the obvious, the irony of noting the … was Walt. Was because Walt is no longer in this world. He died eleven years ago at the age of eighty-​one, having … tell him I’ll take that too. Hey, I want to live.” But Walt also struck me as someone ready to die, at least more ready …
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Reality Marble
… the biggest he’d ever seen, and the first brown one. He’d come across milk snakes and garters in the creek under the El, down by KFC, but never this close, this big and this slow moving. He … half-dried slime and remnants of fur, scales, and cricket bodies he’d missed before—for this was not the tank’s first or …
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St. Dominic’s Kitchen
… prayed the Psalms silently, from memory, the monastic melodies echoing in his mind. I heard only the silent cold, … food and Fox News blaring on three televisions. On the recommendation of a Swedish friend, Benjamin, I had applied … a small wing attached only by a common stairwell with entry points to the friars’ kitchen and basement. I moved into the …
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Satan’s School of Cinema
… The six acts dictated the need for five cliffhanger points in the script—plot-twists, moments of jeopardy, or major revelations required to keep the audience tuned in through the commercial breaks. It was … from its disastrous flop Cleopatra , the company sold all 263 acres of its back lot to Alcoa, who then built what is …
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My Mother and I Hear Her Death Approaching
… our jobs? We can’t just quit; we have to work.” “You could come in the summers. Until you retire. Then you could move … “I know,” she says, and relaxes a little. Old habits die hard, and part of her cannot forget the long years of … of provinces, states, and countries she has visited. It also mentioned her passion for cooking and writing, neither …
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