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Mungo

It’s 5 p.m., winter. The days are just slivers of light sandwiched between thick slabs of darkness. There are two extra kids at our house, a sinkful of dishes, ...

My Father

by Sheryl McGourty “How ‘bout some steamed carrots, they’re good for me, right?” This simple question had weight. My dad relinquished his trust to me in most h...
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Food Fight

When he raised his hand to threaten her, I lost it. All at once it wasn’t Natalia, the 7-year-old girl for whom I was a newly arrived nanny in Alicante, Spain, ...

This Point until Tomorrow

The following project took on several iterations. The original idea was to interview kitchen workers. The back of the house – dishwashers, prep cooks, the line....

Requiem for a Squirrel

It’s winter 2009. The recession has sent its hungry tendrils into every economic crevice, including my husband’s and my freelance work in carpentry and writi...

Forget Your Perfect Offering

On the eve of butchering day, I was in the kitchen of our one-room house on a hill. A single light burned. I scraped a blade against a stone, the sound slicing ...

Editors Letter, Winter 2016

Winter lends itself to reevaluation. The short days tweak moods with weak light. The low-hanging sun asks, “when I am back, what will we do? Where will we go? A...
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Modern-Day Artemis

By Rachel Turiel This idea blossomed much like many wayward marital brainchildren: my husband cajoled; I laughed and blew him off. The cajoling continued for...
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Meat, Debunked

By Jess Kelley Of all the nutritional myths and controversies, those about meat are maybe the biggest whoppers. For the staunch vegan or China Study subscrib...