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Peter Wortsman

Once, after heartily and gamely shooting the breeze over Russian bubbly at a congenial gathering in the former GDR, the Polish wife of a German friend asked me what, in fact, my mother tongue was.

Jerrice J. Baptiste

The women stretch their clothes on the line tied between two grenadia trees, in the circular sun.  It’s noon, and the wash by hand is complete. Sweat drips, their moumous cling to their backs.  The waterfall from the mountaintop invites them to swim for a moment, a vibrant song on lips thanks the waterfall for flowing.

Sara Schaff

One Christmas, I almost stole a pair of designer jeans from the daughter of a famous rock star. I was staying with my aunt and uncle in the rock star’s New York loft apartment—the three of them were old friends. Neither the rock star nor his daughter were in town.

Raymond Abbott

This week I went to a key shop a few miles from my home. I wanted only one key made, but I’ve learned when you go to a hardware store, for example, sometimes your new key does not work. This is frustrating and annoying.

Harold Schechter  

           Among many other signature events, from Charles Lindbergh’s trans-Atlantic flight to the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre, the Roaring Twenties are known for a trio of courtroom melodramas that, thanks to the tabloid press, generated unprecedented levels of media hysteria.

Naazneen Diwan

You’re the only girl in the muhallah that rides a bicycle and you do it with joy and intense pleasure. Your papa taught you to ride when you were five years old, taking laps around the apartment complex.

Harold Schechter  

from Harold Schechter’s Murderabilia

The tabloid tradition of bestowing horror-movie nicknames on serial killers—“The Vampire of Sacramento,” “The Werewolf of Wisteria,” “The Plainfield Ghoul”—reflects the general perception of these psychos as creatures of almost mythic evil.

Éireann Lorsung

So here you are, and here’s the door, and the door is still open (as if your presence here, now is the reason everyone tried those months or years ago to make sure the doors didn’t jam shut).

Harold Schechter

from Harold Schechter’s Murderabilia

As early as 1892, while working as a reporter in Chicago, Theodore Dreiser began to notice a recurrent type of crime, symptomatic of America’s obsession with what he called “money success.”

Amy Kiger-Williams

This man showed up in my dream once.  In the dream, I was working behind the counter at a CVS.  I don’t know why I was there.  I don’t know who was watching my kids, either: it was a Saturday, no school.