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Learning to eat in America

I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about what I eat.  Sometimes, as a thought experiment, I try to…

A note on fear and yearning

For me, being queer has been an experience defined by fear and yearning. The fear is of being attacked for…

Are you there, God? It’s me, Megan

The week before I left for school this summer, my best friend told me, “I had a dream that Evelyn…

Hungry … and not for food

Pounding music, intoxicants, a flurry of T-shirts and shorts — two people’s eyes meet across the room. They may not…