In House

"In House" is a weekly column featuring trawlings and reflections from our editors.

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November 21, 2015

At the site of “The Bloodiest One Day Battle in American History,” now rolling farmland, there are various examples of cannons and monuments commemorating regiments, officers, infantry. . .

Howard Street. Photo by Marian Crotty.

November 7, 2015

Then, you notice the trees growing from within one of these buildings, reaching sideways through the windows and out toward the light. . . surviving against the odds. . .

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October 3, 2015

Another exit twenty miles away with the same amenities along with roadside carnival rides, stood completely abandoned, as if at some point in 1963, everyone just walked away. . . 

September 19, 2015

Each page marks a point in time where I or someone said, you should make thisOr perhaps more precisely, here, go, make.

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September 5, 2015

On the largest waves, we lift up, airborne, hanging on tight, until the boat slaps back down. People scream; the woman beside us clutches onto the railing with both hands.

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August 26, 2015

I have believed for a long time that I grew up in a landscape of beauty and heartache and have attached an almost embarrassing weight to my memories of bright autumn days and abandoned factories, open fields of dead crops lined with hay bales. These are the pure, imprudent emotions of young love, the rush of adolescent sentiment unimpeded by an adult’s self-restraint and judgment, but the nostalgia, I realize, has very little to do with anyone I knew or anything that happened when I lived in Pennsylvania.

August 24, 2015

Because New York is a place thats intrinsically unbelievable. Life clings on by a graying hairbreadth.
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August 19, 2015

The internet has allowed access to the biggest names database the world has known. For me, the web has unearthed people with my exact name, sometimes around my age, and sometimes with similar interests and pursuits—a variety of Melody Nixons I never dreamed existed.... We are Latina, Black, White, and Kiwi.

August 13, 2015

Daoud’s novel is political, but not a polemic. It’s a thoughtful and independent-minded work of literature that takes Camus’s work as the jumping-off place for a new creation, in the vein of Jean Rhys’s Wild Sargasso Sea or José Saramago’s The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis.

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August 14, 2015

This was a place of tribute bands, ladies nights, and horseshoe pits. A place we visited any chance we had heading north or south, a place we returned to, the origin of memories and oft-repeated phrases overheard in the midst of one fantastic day or another.

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