UNDERCOVER | UNDERCOVER
Aug.07.2010
When he knocked on our door two days later, a jaunty little tap-tap tap-tap-tap, I didn’t open it. I looked through the peephole. “I’m the unknown man from the news,” he identified himself. I looked closer; he certainly resembled the man we had seen on TV, even with the fish-eye view. The kids...
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Feb.02.2008
Perhaps because I was one of those perpetually active kids—ice skating during winter days, playing kickball through the summer, racing my brother around the block, forever honing my tennis—I grew attached to the idea, rather early on, that writing and motion are true blood sisters: one cannot...
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Jan.01.2008
My confession: I've been experimenting with form. Five memoirs into my career as a writer, I had despaired of digging deeper, I felt trapped by my own smallness, I felt ungraced by me. I wanted to write something new, something that I'd need new words for, need another kind of courage for, and...
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