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“Film School Follies,” a memoir by Michael Hess. From "Birth, School, Work, Death."

“Film School Follies,” a memoir by Michael Hess. From “Birth, School, Work, Death.”

Portrait of the author as a young auteur. “We had arrived with vision. Golden children with artistic streaks. Golden children with talent and means, certainly, and cocky attitudes. Auteurs.” The author as student director, c. 1990. Photo by Anna Copeland Wheatley. 1. At what tragic point did we begin to think that film school might not...
“I Got Grown,” a memoir by Joe Milan, Jr.

“I Got Grown,” a memoir by Joe Milan, Jr.

A young man starts his working life where others’ lives end. “We worked well together. We hustled. We batched. We finished our tasks quickly, all the while head-banging to Alice in Chains or nodding to the Ray Brown Trio. I thought I’d finally found my stride.” Kachina doll class. Photograph by Chad Hunt.  I Got Grown In the year...
“Panthera leo leo; or, a Civics Lesson.” An essay by Alison Powell from "Birth, School, Work, Death."

“Panthera leo leo; or, a Civics Lesson.” An essay by Alison Powell from “Birth, School, Work, Death.”

  “The girl imagines her body losing a dimension, her self as a pocket door.” This feature is also available, in slightly different format, on Medium. Panthera leo leo; or, a Civics Lesson A girl walks down the hallway in junior high wearing stone-washed jeans and a choker, assuming no one will touch her though many...
“Assisted Hatching,” an essay by Christine Caulfield.

“Assisted Hatching,” an essay by Christine Caulfield.

The complicated quest to conceive. “To be barren was like having leprosy …” Image by Tina Nord. We used to joke about being barren. Before we started trying to have a baby, when we were just talking about it, my partner and I would see in everything signs that I was barren and laugh. To be barren was...
“Aunt Milwee’s Balm,” a memoir by Chris Carbaugh.

“Aunt Milwee’s Balm,” a memoir by Chris Carbaugh.

A home remedy unites mourners after its maker’s death. “Milwee was certain that her uncle’s formula was a panacea for countless ailments, aches, and pains: ‘Just rub some on and expect a miracle to occur.’” Saint Mary Magdalene with ointment jar. Illuminated manuscript, c. 1470. There was a strange assortment of people observing the funeral of my aunt...