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My Silent Childhood

I didn’t know my name until I went to kindergarten. Then I became a writer.
September 1, 2020

Everything Bright Is Something Burned

How to mourn a planet
September 1, 2020

A Witness to Survival

September 24, 2020
Portfolio

A Forger’s Art

The photographer who saved the lives of 14,000 Jews
September 1, 2020

Soup Can; or, On Hospitality

Anything can become a weapon in America, especially against those who dare to cross the color line
September 1, 2020

Surviving COVID-19

Waking up after six days on a ventilator
November 9, 2020

Seven Theses on the Open-Closed Theaters

The pandemic has shuttered theaters, but the need for communal experience has never been more vital
October 21, 2020

We Miss Each Other, But Do We Even Know Each Other?

After a long-ago theater closure, a female playwright complicated what it means to be intimate with another body
July 23, 2020

The First Nerve

What one's sense of smell takes with it when it goes
July 21, 2020