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Running Away From Home At 15 Helped Me Find A Home Within Myself

I thought healing would mean lying. I thought allowing myself to be helped would be falsifying documents that stated I was all right or had a happy Read...
Maggie Ethridge    |   05.23.17   |   SHARE
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Much of the food we ate ran along these lines: not unrecognizable to the average American, but not at all the same.

Eating Lunch In Palestine 

I was an American Jew in Palestine. I wondered if I had made a mistake in coming here, in leaving the relative safety of my hotel in Jerusalem, or Read...
Naomi Tomky    |   05.9.17   |   SHARE
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Addicted To Nostalgia: Vintage Estate Sales, My Mother, And Me

From a distance, a vintage girl can seem charming and lovably odd until you realize that she literally comes with a ton of baggage. Read...
Jagger Blaec    |   04.25.17   |   SHARE
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Did my mom feel alone, as if she were blamed for what happened to her? Like nobody could understand what she was dealing with?

After My Mom Died, Drinking Made Me Feel Closer To Her

When my mom died, I made a list of things that made me similar to her: My favorite color was purple, I liked to write, I loved reading, I adored cats Read...
Alaina Leary    |   04.11.17   |   SHARE
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"My eating disorder is like a safety blanket."

I'm Scared Of Recovering From My Eating Disorder

It has been part of my life for so long that I have woven it into the fabric of my personality and sense of self. Read...
Emily Neie    |   03.21.17   |   SHARE
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When I read, I imagined the characters gathered together in that backyard.

A Magic All My Own

Don’t you all see how fun this is? I wanted to cry out. Instead, I whispered, “Yeah, b-b-books are weird,” and hid Junie B. Jones in my backpack. My Read...
Rachel Hoge    |   03.7.17   |   SHARE
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"My particular brand of existence means allowing belief and non-belief to coexist peacefully alongside one another, just as Shintoism and Buddhism do in Japan — just as I must with my past."

Voodoo and Televangelism: A Black Woman's Journey To Atheism

I was probably the most religious kid you ever met. I genuinely believed in God, the way that most kids believe in Sunday morning cartoons and Read...
Jennifer Neal    |   02.21.17   |   SHARE
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The room smelled like gefilte fish, and it reminded me of the synagogues I studied in for hours on Sabbath afternoons to please my father.

Long Reads: Out Of The Picture 

A man faces his estranged father and the Ultra-Orthodox Jewish community he had left behind years ago. Read...
Moshe Schulman    |   02.7.17   |   SHARE
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