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Suketu Mehta, the author of Maximum City: Bombay Lost and Found, is a finalist for the 2005 Pulitzer Prize, the Lettre Ulysses Prize, the BBC4 Samuel Johnson Prize, and the Guardian First Book Award.
It’s Girl Scout cookie season. Forget resistance: “I can accept that Girl Scout Cookies are a kind of tax levied on the weak by the cute. It’s just that you know they’re laced with something addictive. I believe it, because as soon as the boxes are in my hands, I’ve got a problem.”
From Lebanese artist Hady Beydoun: 21feb17. Beirut, Lebanon.
By now, you’re probably sick of hearing about what happened at the Oscars. I’m getting a little tired of it, too, even though it was possibly the strangest and most riveting two minutes I’ve ever seen on live television. It left me feeling sorry for everyone involved, but there are at least three bright spots. […]
Nobody told me while my house was falling apart that eventually I would start to see clearly again. By Lauren Apfel
Some chiefs and sheriffs are exemplifying this approach and their departments enjoy above average public support.
Not far north of Seville, there is a track winding back through the northern slopes of Andalusia, through the Sierra Morena, a gorgeous corrugated mountain range covered in olive and oak trees under which graze pigs, sheep and goat. The track follows and old railway line built a century ago to service an iron mine at the […]
“We see this all the time in ‘allies’ in Indian Country — folks who may have entered into communities or organizing in a good way, but then take the label of ally as a check mark, rather than something they have to continually work at.”
Dear Adoption, I Just Want to be Heard I think. Sometimes, I pray. I talk myself into it. This is always the lead up to me beginning a conversation, hitting send on an email, or clicking post/share on social media. The topic: Adoption. And then, inevitably, with unwavering consistency, the pushback begins. Argh. Why? Why? […]