Category: Reflections

“Never Travel Far, Without a Little Big Star”

Big Star are sacred to me – a summer devotional, everything that John Cusack and Emilio Estevez could never be for me, a holy confessor and mentor. I would be surprised if that other late auteur of American adolescence, John … Read More

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Reminiscence

As we approach the Sunrise Senior Living Home in Farmington Hills, Michigan, my grandmother explains that it houses two separate programs. The primary one is for the elderly who cannot fully care for themselves. The second, called “Reminiscence,” is for those who also have severe memory problems. That’s where my grandfather has lived for the past six months.

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Family Stickers

“I have never been able to understand why Americans need to make sure trailing traffic knows that they voted for Clinton, alternatively want to put Clinton in jail, or just really want to highlight the difference between heritage and racism.”

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Fireworks

“We were watching the same lights, inhaling the same air, and waiting for the same New Year to come, wishing the same things for our family and heading towards the same future.”

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Take a Leave of Absence: It’s Easier Than You Think

A Nass writer investigates why and how students take leaves—and what it’s like to be gone.

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Owing

Wherein a Nass writer reflects on a complex relationship to the sport of volleyball.

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Fage or the Highway

We sit by the window, eating Chobani with rigid, robust, black C-store spoons. “Did you know Chobani was actually founded by a Turkish dude?” I say. She is Greek, and I know some of the tumultuous regional history, but I am still surprised to see her eyes well with tears.

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Rumination

“I think often about this evening, and what my friend as trying to tell me. Something about appearances, how things seldom are how they seem? But this is too banal, and she is clever.”

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Excerpts of a Past Life

Reflections on Belmont, Bronx.

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Dogflesh

“There is one conclusion then: these are not dogs barking in the street. If they were dogs, I would not be afraid.”

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My Mother’s Ring

Wasn’t the diamond an engagement diamond? Why was she wearing her engagement ring on the wrong finger?

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Playing House at 18

“I played pretend at young motherhood, not bothering to correct the well-intentioned stranger(s) who asked, ‘it goes by so fast, doesn’t it?’”

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