Angie Kim on The KYOPO Project The flight from Seoul to New York is fourteen hours. * Fourteen hours is not enough time to memorize all fifty Essential Phrases in your “All the English You’ll Ever Need!” book. Seven or eight phrases, maybe. Nine, at most. * Holding your pee for fourteen hours because [Continue Reading...]
Leila Farsakh The smell of sadness overwhelms the place. Palestine is sad and so is my father. For the first time I face the fact that my father might die and that his death will pain me. For the first time I confront the idea of his loss and the loss of Palestine. I no [Continue Reading...]
Varun Gauri The day began unpleasantly: my brother-in-law won the Nobel Peace Prize. I was sitting in the lobby of the Dresden when my phone rang. Rebecca asked if I was sitting down and then, conspiratorially, “Are you alone?” Apparently, the Norwegian fellow had asked Oscar the same question; and Rebecca couldn’t help but reenact [Continue Reading...]
From: ——————- <———@nytimes.com> Date: February 22, 2005 11:59:02 PM GMT+01:00 To: ——[email protected] Subject: an op-ed Dear Ms. Truong, This might be a long shot, but our eye was caught by an A.P. story out of Hawaii yesterday (that I’m attaching below) that we wondered might provide a good Op-Ed topic for you. We all still [Continue Reading...]
In Kabul, we napped every afternoon, a two-hour siesta that made up for the fact that we had risen before dawn with the mosque loudspeaker’s first call to prayer. As with most things in Afghanistan, naps were easy to enter, difficult to get out of.
Years later, Oprah Winfrey is asking me, “Did you ever stop and think you could have been committing a crime?” She pins me with her gaze, probing, attentive, waiting for my reply. Her eyes are a deep caramel, like crÃ¨me brÃ»lÃ©e. Her face is incredibly smooth. But you don’t see this. What you see is [Continue Reading...]
The Woods Hasanthika Sirasena Even before walking into the examination room, Amara predicted that Frank Murphy–paranoid schizophrenic, former inmate at the Nash County Correctional Facility–would prove a difficult patient. Frank had in his two months at the William Woods Holden Memorial Hospital already developed a reputation. He was arrogant. He was [Continue Reading...]