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January/February 2021 / Memoir

My Struggle with Sobriety

January 6, 2021January 8, 2021 - by Mel Lefebvre

The decision to quit drinking was the right one for me. But, as I have learned, there’s no perfect way to do it

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Memoir / September/October 2020

How Algorithms Are Changing What We Read Online

September 8, 2020January 4, 2021 - by Russell Smith

The AI of the internet determines what’s relevant. One day, it decided my work wasn’t

Fiction / Memoir / Poetry

Summer Reading 2020

July 16, 2020July 20, 2020 - by The Walrus Staff

New fiction, memoir, and poetry for the times we live in

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July/August 2020 / Memoir

Dancing Bear

June 18, 2020December 8, 2020 - by Dimitri Nasrallah

In this memoir, a child and his family leave Lebanon for Athens

Memoir / September 2019

The Truth about Wanting to Die

August 6, 2019June 12, 2020 - by Anna Mehler Paperny

Suicide is scary and messy and exhausting, Anna Mehler Paperny writes in her new book. And we need to be far more honest about it

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Memoir

Running Away From Motherhood

March 25, 2019July 12, 2019 - by Jennifer Venner

I had a house, a husband, and two children. I wanted more

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Memoir

Boundaries Like Bruises

March 22, 2019July 12, 2019 - by Alicia Elliott

He is a settler; I’m Onkwehon:we. Our love was a process of unlearning the bad love we’d been given

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Memoir

Talking to My Family About Race

February 13, 2019November 14, 2019 - by Eternity Martis

For a long time, I was the only Black biracial person in my family. My relatives didn’t always accept that we shared different experiences

Memoir

The Year I Couldn’t Speak at All

January 21, 2019May 11, 2020 - by Anne Fenn

First I lost my job, then I lost my confidence, then I lost my voice

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Memoir / November 2018

Love Letters From the Battlefield

November 9, 2018March 31, 2020 - by Harley Rustad

How words kept my grandparents connected during the Second World War