Big Dog

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“Big Dog” Owen Yager Siberia isn’t Russia, really. At least not in my mind. There’s a stern barrier in the Ural mountains between the Tsars’ homeland and the empire that they built, ... Read More

Women of Work

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“Women of Work” Avery Naughton My eyes lock on her. Unblinking, I wipe away a stray strand of hair to get a better view. The gallery is filled with Kyoto natives and American tourists, but... Read More

The Mountain

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“The Mountain” Raelynne Benjamin “Where do you live again?” I asked my host mom in the best Spanish I could muster—hoping I’d misheard her the first time. We were standing near Lak... Read More

The Casino

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“The Casino” Robert Deng Tucked away in a small plaza off the main street, the Grosvenor Casino in Russell Square had a quiet stillness in the morning. Hidden behind the hotel’s entrance... Read More

My Budapest Mom

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“My Budapest Mom” Veronica Child I’ve been here before. I rushed past two old, heavy ladies shuffling by. I didn’t know if they were the same ladies I passed earlier or if all Hungaria... Read More

White Hart Lane

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“White Hart Lane” Zach Creighton I had never been to a professional soccer game before, let alone to a match that featured two of the top teams in arguably the best league the sport had to... Read More

A Mouthful of Apricots

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“A Mouthful of Apricots” Pallav Kumar I first saw him on the bus. He’d just bought some apricots, which I’d rejected for health reasons. But if he’s buying them… there was no way t... Read More

The Protest

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“The Protest” Olivia Sterling-Maisel The bottle arched above Barbora’s tangle of golden curls, the translucent blue glass gleaming in the sunlight as it soared over the crowd. The furiou... Read More

Parental Politics

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  “Parental Politics” Abby Sharer “¡Abby! ¡A cenar!” My host mom Patricia’s voice wafts up the stairs into my room, along with a smell I don’t quite recognize—chicken, may... Read More

Créatures du Monde

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“Créatures du Monde” Ellen Jacobus Before I lost my journal, I had written a line in it: “and so this is as close as she gets to god – an accidental glimpse from atop the adjacent hil... Read More