Steve Danziger: Approaching Auschwitz

Danziger reflects on his place in history @ Open Letters Monthly. Approaching Auschwitz, the first thing you see is the hot dog stand. It’s a squat, yellowish beige rectangle with brown shingles and black capital letters spelling out ‘Hot Dog’ above one of the service windows, and as you might imagine, its presence somewhat alters… Read more »

Sandie Friedman: A Lesson in Unlearning

Friedman contemplates the rigors of the flip turn, in the swimming pool and beyond @ The Nervous Breakdown. A young playwright named Dan taught me to do flip turns.  It was 1993, and he was teaching a swim class at NYU, where we were both graduate students. Once, we met on Mercer Street, and I… Read more »

Susan Olding: In Anna Karenina Furs

Olding makes sense of her own affair through an encounter with Tolstoy’s heroine @ Masionnueve. So cold, it hurt to breathe. The squeak and crunch of snow beneath my boots, a flicker of lights from across the frozen lake. I walked quickly, swinging my arms, my whole frame vibrating, struck like a crystal goblet and… Read more »

Mistinguette Smith: On Being Country

Smith wonders about the romance of the rural @ The Common. I was raised Up South in the 1960s, and I heard grown folk talk about “country” as one of the worst things you could be: Why you gotta act so country? Girl, that is some sho ‘nuff Geechee backwoods mess. Look at her country… Read more »

Delaney Nolan: I was a Teenage Arsonist

Nolan reflects on the fires we wish to set and some we can’t @ The Rumpus. My school was on fire. It was exhilarating. Fire trucks were whipping their sirens around, and my whole high school was out on the football field, chattering excitedly, whispering in little groups, because we were missing class, and oh… Read more »