When Reunions Work

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Ken Goldstein found — much to his surprise — that he had a blast at his recent college reunion. Here’s why.

Looking Back and Letting Go with Safety Not Guaranteed

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Safety Not Guaranteed mixes deadpan comedy, love, and scifi to look at how our past can cast a shadow on our present, but only as much as we allow.

The Dangers of Growing Up, or: Who Am I?

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Eduardo Garcia reflects back on his old writing to see the man he was and the man he has become.

My Imaginary Life

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I am either a hero or a failure in my daydreams, but is the present enough for me?

The Fish I Killed

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Steven Garbin remembers a fish he wishes he never caught.

Secondary Survivors

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For those that love us and are aware of our past: the other survivors of abuse.

Dear John: My Co-Worker Makes Me Feel Dirty

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A germaphobe coworker, a boyfriend who used to see escorts, and a regretful past of bullying.

Dear John: Haunted By A Hook-Up

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Dear John addresses a bisexual hook-up from the past, a jealous coworker, and an anonymous note about body odor.

Regret: 7/7

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What is your biggest regret?

Pick Strawberries

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Sometimes living in the present requires a leap of faith, and the simple pleasure of a single strawberry.

The Elders in Our Lives

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It is said that children are our most valuable resource, and maybe in a country this young and energetic we do like to emphasize the future. But I say, let’s look to those with a past.

The Fear of Visiting My Grandparents’ Graves

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Atalwin Pilon experiences some mixed feelings as he visits the burial place of his grandparents.

The Fantasy of Facebook

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In Steven Axelrod’s experience, not much good can come from logging onto Facebook.

The Power of Then

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What’s cool is to be in this abstract thing called the present, which means pissing on the past and giving the finger to the future. Can’t all three just get along?