From the 9/11-themed menu of The Clubhouse, a restaurant in Stafford County, Virginia. The menu was discontinued in September. pentagon pie: Chocolate silk, $4 freedom flounder: Grilled filet of sole…
My father told me this story. He said it happened one Christmas Eve many years ago. A boy was walking alone alongside a highway and saw the lights of the…
From “Sentience and Sensibility,” which was published in the September/October issue of The Baffler. It was all too easy to dismiss the Washington Post story about Blake Lemoine—the Google engineer…
From his memoir Come Back in September, which was published in October by Farrar, Straus and Giroux. 1. My boss, Fran, was hoping to publish Sterling Brown’s collected poems. She…
From unsolicited letters sent to Aileen Cannon, a federal judge in the Southern District of Florida, after she announced that she would appoint a special master to review documents removed…
From an interview with the critic and historian Greg Tate, conducted for Ain’t But a Few of Us, a collection of conversations with black jazz critics, edited by Willard Jenkins,…
From “Rose-Colored Glasses,” which was published in the Winter 2022 issue of Raritan. Long gray hair shredded by the cold demiwind funneling up through the village, curving up and around…
From a conversation between Martha Stewart and Chelsea Handler, which took place in July on Handler’s podcast Dear Chelsea. chelsea handler: What’s going on in your love life? martha stewart:…
From headlines published in the Opinion section of the New York Times since 2011. I’m a New York City Liberal I’m a Democrat and a Feminist I Work for Midwestern…
From The Writing of an Hour, a poetry collection, which was published in March by Wesleyan University Press. A bouquet of twigs and moss and a hard orange burst of…
Photographs of Return to Origin, a mixed-media artwork by RaMell Ross, which was exhibited earlier this year at the Ogden Museum of Southern Art, in New Orleans. In October 2021,…
As a small child, I would sometimes sit with my parents in our suburban London living room and watch the six o’clock news on the BBC. One evening, I saw…
grief (disarmament) You’re a terrible witness. Wore stage outfits to testimony and upon returning home in search of his remains, you were really hunting down his flesh of guns. There…
Angie said through convoluted gasps brought on by racing Adderall thoughts that Saint died at his desk so Jean could get his job. Jean insisted between tangents of laughter that…
From Still No Word from You, which was published last month by Catapult. On the black-and-white TV in the kitchen, my mother and I watched Richard Nixon’s helicopter slowly rise.…