My family got MTV in 1983, the same year my younger brother Kevin was born. Those two major family changes may constitute the most formative moments in my early life. At six years old, I lost my standing as the youngest of three children. As the often-overlooked third of four…

COVID has changed you, my former student. You passed my class — Statistics 101 — with a respectable B-minus average. Not stellar, but nothing to prompt your parents to cut off your credit card. Maybe all you needed was a global pandemic to put my statistical wisdom to good use…

This year’s Thanksgiving was unimaginably different from those that came before, and trips to grandparents’ houses were generally off-limits. With gratitude for all that we do have and optimism for next year’s holiday season, I thought I’d share this piece I wrote years ago on a more typical Thanksgiving. …

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Covid Living: Fall 2020 by Paula Fung Little House on the Prairie was my favorite TV show when I was a kid. I absorbed the lessons, intentional or not, of community, faith, marriage, sibling rivalry, and what you might have to do if you had a raging infection in the…

I started this essay last September with a strong feeling that after eighteen years, it was time to put these stories — my story — into words. In the context of Covid-19, our relationship with New York City and the definition of tragedy is changing once again. I decided not…

by Amy Vijayanagar For 3 days she had amassed and arranged Grass and twigs and mud Into an elaborate life-giving lattice Atop the porch lamp cozy The way nature in threes Calculated triangulations, pieces bending though balanced Three hundred fibers woven just so The Mama Robin knows What matters, solid…

With little understanding of the boundaries between culture, religion and playing dress-up, my youngest child Ian seemed to grasp at a young age that we were a religious blank slate of a family. Not entirely, as I was raised vaguely Christian with a healthy thread of agnosticism. My husband Rich…

by Aviva Kamandar Veggie bags, scaly hands, itchy faces, and fear Last week driving through town, it looked a lot like 7am on Thanksgiving, the roads eerily quiet and empty until arriving at the jam-packed supermarket parking lot. Along the way, I start to notice some tightness around my chest, slight…