Reading, rekindled

Cutting Room Floor

As a child, my nose was always in a book. My passion for reading was unparalleled. It allowed me to escape into another realm, where I could indulge in a world so alien from mine that I felt adrenalized just turning the crisp pages of a new book. It sparked
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Pursuing a career in the arts

I stifle myself. I nervously chuckle. I shrug. I hope that the question will linger in the air long enough that it withers in strength and falls to the floor in ignored irrelevance. I dance around my true answer for one that is only partly true. Or, I say it quickly
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Cultivating American art

Smoke pranced in curlicues off the end of a cigarette as a Norwegian girl gestured with the hand holding it. “You don’t smoke at all?” she asked with a squint of her eyes, her accent quietly revealing itself. I said I didn’t. She looked up beyond the wooden awning we
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Can sitting kill you?

All that sitting down might be killing you. Slowly. Those countless hours you spent in Main Stacks? That 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. job you’re holding over summer? As it turns out, both are extremely bad for your health. But it’s not the lack of sunlight, the slow depletion of
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