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  • Last week, I was privileged to spend two and a half days with my grandparents. A lot of that time was spent in my grandfather’s office, where he opened a leather case containing the files of his life and unpacked stories. I now have a pad full of notes, a sampling of his past thoughts…

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  • This post is part of a series recommending narrative, longform journalism and nonfiction pieces. The title of this post speaks for itself. Click, read, and be surprised by the stuff that happens in real life. The Mixed-Up Brothers of Bogota by Susan Dominus, The New York Times Magazine Two sets of fraternal twins — one from the city, one from…

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  • This is part of a semi-weekly series recommending interesting and well-written longform/narrative nonfiction articles. This week’s picks: The Dream Kickoff by Danielle Elliot, Grantland Paralyzed. Not forever but long enough for walking to seem an eternal impossibility. Enter Miguel Nicolelis, a Brazilian neuroscientist with a passion to bring the paralyzed to their feet using an exoskeleton controlled…

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  • What is art anyway?

    I have a fear. A gripping fear that I think about late at night when I realize another day has gone by and the only words I’ve pieced together were about someone else’s work. When I curl up in bed, ready to fall asleep so tomorrow will come, but not ready because it means today…

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  • Read last week’s post here or view all other New York City posts. It’s a battle I’ve been losing. Sure, I ran 1.4 miles today in 10:38. Sure, I followed it up with sprints and crunches and pushups. Sure, I got my heart rate up and didn’t feel awful. But I am not where I was three months…

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  • Read last week’s post here or view all other New York City posts. Can we scrap the rest of this week and just look at today? Because today, I feel alive. Not that the rest of this week was worthless — it wasn’t. I worked, read the Bible (1 Samuel 1-13), interviewed an FDNY historian, found out I’m…

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  • This is another piece I wrote for my internship with the Smithy Center for the Arts. Framed: Questions with Elissa Gore “Before you start peppering me with questions, can I pepper you with a couple? I like to know who I’m talking to.” Those were the first words of Elissa Gore, 62, in her interview last week. The practically-minded…

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  • This is the final piece I wrote for my summer internship with the Smithy Center for the Arts, and probably my favorite piece from this summer. Nate Katz, 23, leans over the table, a strip of Scotch tape stretched between his thumbs. He’s focused on a small stack of paper in front of him, an inventory of some…

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  • Yesterday was summer done right. Pushing 80 degrees — hot (for upstate New York). Humid — all the joints were greased with sweat. Sunny — only fluffy white clouds in sight. Sundays aren’t often my favorite day of the week, but yesterday was an exception from beginning to end. Here’s why. The sermon was on…

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