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Diana Abu-Jaber is most rece...

The land just east of the high school covers 22.4 acres, a slab of earth christened University Commons for its catty corner nature to a major, local college. A string of restaurants and retail shops b...

It was the damp we remember best, the sour smell of wet skin, the webs of moisture that crisscrossed the backs of our necks. We remember the mosquitoes, the beads of blood that made bracelets around o...

It was the damp we remember best, the sour smell of wet skin, the webs of moisture that crisscrossed the backs of our necks. We remember the mosquitoes, the beads of blood that made bracelets around o...

Splat! That is the noise. Splat! Like an overdrawn word in an action comic book. I watch it where it’s fallen. It is a fish and it is dead. I stand breathing, chest full of old cigarette tar, sweat-su...

Claire Anderson-Wheeler is a literary agent at Regal Literary. For this installment of our Ask an Agent Series, we asked Claire what she typically loo...

When I was sixteen years old, I fell madly in love—as only sixteen year olds can—with a young woman who was madly in love with someone else.  As an adult, fortified by countless loves lost and multipl...

I wish there were a word for when you go to bed too early and wake up in the middle of the night because your body thought it was a nap. With a word, it might seem less weird that I went to bed at 8:0...

I wish there were a word for when you go to bed too early and wake up in the middle of the night because your body thought it was a nap. With a word, it might seem less weird that I went to bed at 8:0...

Shotguns The kids from my neighborhood would come outside to watch bats at dusk. I remember thinking the bats were actually birds, but Keith from across th...

Mother cannot bear to throw out books donated to the library under her watch. Stored in our attic, dozens of boxes filled with paperbacks of nearly naked men and women wrestling on the dog-eared cover...