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Here’s what I’ve been thinking about the swine flu pandemic

Look, it sounds like the government is trying to tell us that we are protected, that we’re supposed to be safe and all these scary viruses can’t happen to us. I’m not buying it....

I met Roger on our first date

When I told my mom about the date, she knew that Roger had made a commitment to me. He was also trying to save his marriage. I've never forgotten his hands on my face...

I remember one day, much short-term

I remember another day, much more long-term. I remember sitting outside at my grandparent's front door, on the steps, and watching snow come down. I remember how cool it was even though I was...

In our series of letters from African-American journalists, novelist and writer Ta-Nehisi Coates looks at the dangers of flour

You can find more on the dangers of flour here: When I was in high school, there were a few "crazy" guys roaming around, but nothing as insane, and I swear, nothing as bad...

When I was eleven, I went to my first summer camp

Camp was really going to test me. It had been six years since my last camp, this was the first time it would be on my own and I didn’t know what to expect,...

When I was a child, my mother’s favourite pastime was to throw flour across the sky

It's funny how you remember things. Even stoned, I remember that so clearly, how impressive that quick flour fire was, and how it overshadowed my mother's pedestrian use of flour and fire. I always...

I first met Roger Sayers when he came to my wedding

Two days later, we went to dinner and danced. We went for a drive and rode together in his truck. He was a great leader. I was nervous and told him that I would...

When I was a kid, my mother used to make flour for my school’s football team

The best thing about the Flour Fire incident: I didn't end up on the team - I was in the audience, and watching from the bleachers at home. I guess we can all relate...

In our series of letters from African-American journalists, novelist and writer Paula Hawkins explains how she saved her mother’s flour

So now, I keep my own flour. Though I have my favorite recipes I make almost every day, and I often use leftover flour for pancakes or to make pizza dough. My flour is...

When Roger’s best friend died suddenly, I didn’t know what to do

As I drove home, I felt guilty that my life could be so empty. I felt like a drunk who had lost his best friend and didn't know how to find him. Yet I...

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It’s not dark enough for me to draw my own blood

Now, here, the silence is broken by a cawing that’s not a bird nor a crow, but an owl. The owl flies directly into the headlights. I see him, a large yellow eyed bird...

My sister was killed in a drunk driving accident

Walking to the beach with my umbrella still on top, I watched the water rippling on the rocky shore and thought to myself…I don’t belong here. I don’t fit in. I want to go...

Three hours pass and the phone rings again

Three hours passes and the phone rings again. A couple of rings. He opens his eyes and smiles at the caller ID. He glances at his watch. 5:46. He looks up and sighs, shaking...