Name five things you see, four things you hear, three things you smell, two things you touch, and one thing you taste. Repeatedly pick up the pacifier from the trash-strewn sidewalk and rub it with a disinfecting wipe. Taste is the hardest one!
Sitting in the kitchen while your baby naps, think about the last misunderstanding you had. Turn down the sound on the baby monitor and write about the misunderstanding from the other person’s perspective. Then write about the misunderstanding from your own perspective before the baby’s wails become loud enough to prompt a “checking in” text from your downstairs neighbor. Take your time with this one.
Write a story about an underground tunnel that leads someplace unexpected while you sit between a radiator and a diaper pail.
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ART OF STONE
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MOMMA MIA
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INTERNATIONAL AFFAIRS
\"Black Doves,\" on Netflix.
NATURE STUDIES
Kyle Abraham's “Dear Lord, Make Me Beautiful.”
WHAT GOOD IS MORALITY?
Ask not just where it came from but what it does for us
THE SPOTIFY SYNDROME
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THE LEPER - LEE CHANGDONG
. . . to survive, to hang on, waiting for the new world to dawn, what can you do but become a leper nobody in the world would deign to touch? - From \"Windy Evening,\" by Kim Seong-dong.
YOU WON'T GET FREE OF IT
Alice Munro's partner sexually abused her daughter. The harm ran through the work and the family.
TALK SENSE
How much sway does our language have over our thinking?
TO THE DETECTIVE INVESTIGATING MY MURDER
Dear Detective, I'm not dead, but a lot of people can't stand me. What I mean is that breathing is not an activity they want me to keep doing. What I mean is, they want to knock me off. My days are numbered.