When it comes to preparing for the end of civilization, gun-loving red-staters aren't the only ones taking matters into their own hands.
The “magic number” helped foreigners like me get by without learning the language. But I didn’t feel at home in China until I finally hung up the phone.
From kindergarten to culinary school, people made me feel like my family’s food was backward. Now I cook dishes that push diners to confront their own prejudices.
What might seem like an easy task to most can be a Herculean challenge for someone with dissociative identity disorder.
During my unplanned pregnancy, I reveled in my new body and the pleasures it brought, while hiding from the pain I knew would come when I gave my child away.
After a lifetime of resentment, working with other T.B.I. patients finally helped me understand the riddle that is my mother's mind.
I spent almost a decade learning to be an 'only' after Matthew died. The un-learning is almost as disorienting.
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