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November 17, 2011
A Thanksgiving Primer
When I was ten, mom bought me a set of Christopher Columbus paper dolls from one of those newsprint Scholastic mailers. The punch-out dolls consisted of a dozen or so white men and a handful of natives, but I didn’t know what to do with them. This predated the PC police and Lies My Teacher Told Me, so I didn’t yet know that “discovery” is a euphemism for taking what isn’t rightfully yours. In other words, I didn’t have Columbus and his men fight with the natives; instead, they sat down together for the first Thanksgiving dinner.
August 19, 2013
Working Her Way Into a Pickle
Words by Andrea Goto Headshot courtesy of Terry Allen Artwork provided by Angie Tillman Angie Tillman just turned 40, but she doesn’t look—or act—a day over 24. She has slick […]
March 16, 2012
An Open Love Letter To Salt
I remember you best and most frequently appearing at the table. My mother handled you heartily and often; you filled her trusty shaker and she made quick work of sprinkling you on her food as if it were a parched garden in need of a hosed down, all-out soaking. This is to say nothing of your starring role in one of the main loves in my life: the ocean, the beach.
