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When I was still a child, the first story I heard about a flood was the tale of Noah's Ark. There was a man, Noah...
In the spring of 2013, approximately $300,000 worth of jewels were found in a small metal box marked “Made in India”...
In the spring of 2017, the United States of America withdraws from the Paris Climate Accord. Six weeks later, an iceberg...
I walked and walked the only summer I lived in Wyoming. I was staying in a professor’s house in town: tan stucco with..
I imagine it went something like this: he was running, bounding up the trail, two steps at a time, one leg moving forward while...
When I began reading and writing nonfiction, I—like many young students and writers—first equated literary nonfiction...
It’s quiet on the glacier—and not the good kind of quiet. It’s the long quiet—the quiet that splits you open, leaves you flayed...
It was an early morning, late September—fog lifting off the farm fields, the blacktop road wet and glistening and vacant....
It's five a.m., still dark, and the steam is rising off the cracked blacktop centerline like fog over the farmfields...
One of my first creative writing professors once told me, “Theory works best when it’s like a backyard shed; you go there when...
