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Inside Moral Mondays

I am here as a student to stand by the liberal arts education that made me who I am today. As a woman, I am here to declare that this body is mine. As an immigrant, I am here to remind everybody that at some point our families were from somewhere else.

How to Spot a Junkie

I recognize this smile: it’s that of the abuser, the fiend, or the crack addict.

An Ode to “Famous” Seamus Heaney

I’d met him when I was young, but the first encounter with Seamus Heaney that I vividly recall came when I was a teenager in the 1980s.

A Pack of Damn Lies

A week after the mass slaughter, Bertrand and I were standing on the gravel driveway in front of the HQ. The rain, a steady drizzle and mist, had settled in like white noise; we barely noticed it anymore. Bertrand held his scalding Nescafe like a hot potato, passing the Styrofoam cup from one hand to the other while discussing a job he’d worked up north, near Irbil, Kurdish territory.

Breaking Bad vs. Badly Broken

Call it what you will—coincidence, cultural zeitgeist, or just dumb luck. But the proximity of the October 1st federal government shutdown to...

The End of Vermont Yankee

Anti-nuke activists claimed a hard-won victory when the Entergy Corp. announced it would close the controversial nuclear power reactor.


The Brooklyn Rail

OCT 2013

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