Prose
Prose
Participant | Observer
In the fall of 2012, I moved to Kabul, Afghanistan.
Tolstoy Welcomes the 45th President of the United States, Napoleon Bonaparte
...there is no literary character more similar to the President-elect than Napoleon Bonaparte as depicted by Tolstoy in War and Peace.
Invisible
The first time I heard about the recording of President-elect Donald Trump bragging about his demeaning treatment of women like it was a badge of honor, I no longer wanted my boyfriend of five years to touch me.
You Were There — I Saw You
The morning after the election, I agonized about how to talk with my first-year students about the outcome.
Rolling Thunder
I was born like anyone else. Mom and Dad loved me like anyone else’s parents loved them. Like anyone else, after school, ran from skinheads.
In Spite Of
The night of the second presidential debate, I called my mother. It wasn’t supposed to be a political call;
Personal Pronouns
Omar annoyed me for the normal reasons that students annoy teachers.
The Great American Smackdown
Politics is like an awful off-Broadway play that can’t decide whether it’s a tragedy or a comedy.
Lorca in New York
In the summer of 2015, I was working in Spain for a theater project with a Spaniard friend of mine.
I Was the Walrus
I grew up in a schism. My father came of age in a Jewish family from Massapequa, New York, and my mother a Baptist family from Dalton, Massachusetts.
