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I was riding the 1 train. I was running late for work. I was worried about the numbers- would we have enough? Would people show up? Would...

It’s the second week of January and I haven’t offered an eloquent prayer this week. I haven’t written a poem that moves me as immediately...

Bok choy is a hidden gem. The end of Elf, when everybody sings, is enough hope to make me cry. People are more than just their names. I...