Slovenian supper

Family holidays aren’t for everyone, I thought, as I boarded a plane to Frankfurt last week. Somewhere in Europe, in the backseat of a nine-seater van where I’d be spending most of the next three weeks, I was going to find out if they were for me. After touching down in
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How to survive a visit with your grandparents

Though most of our Instagram posts may show us at a poolside with friends, few of us care to show off our annual visit with our extended family members. Your grandma’s “famous” meatloaf isn’t quite as aesthetically pleasing as a fruit- and granola-laden acai bowl. We get it. Our required visitation with our
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Fragmented nostalgia

My first love was a Midwestern sky on a Friday afternoon — the way it seemed to kiss everything, even the disjointed pieces of life, with a tinge of yellow breath. My second love was the way wet grass touches bare feet, needy yet gentle. I find myself thinking on
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A Superstitious Father

My dad wouldn’t take “no” for an answer when the car rental clerk told him, “I’m sorry, sir, this is the only car we have available right now.” Even though I was 10, I could feel the tension between the two. He glared at the clerk and said he would
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Caramel apple crisp bars

We at the Clog think it is pretty safe to say that the seasons of pumpkin and peppermint have officially come and gone. And as much as we loved both, we are excited to start cooking up some brand new recipes to ring in the new year and this new
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The years drive by

The fat, gray-blue Honda Odyssey sways down 880 like a drunken metallic bee. I sit in the backseat cross-legged with my eyes closed. On some endless family drive through the southwest desert, Grace once told me that the images of the landscape outside the car fly by and make the
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What does it mean to be an individual?

My cohort is allegedly narcissistic and selfish. Recently, LinkedIn found through a survey that 68 percent of millennials would sacrifice a friendship for a promotion. Ouch. I, too, could feign superiority and look down upon my generation, but that would be disingenuous of me. I don’t think our fears and anxieties are unfounded. The cost of living is higher. More than a quarter of a million college graduates last year had minimum wage jobs. Still, I am hesitant to say that the academy has turned students into immoral, irrational players of commercial interest, as Allan Bloom suggests in “The Closing of the American Mind.” If anything, I am rather uncharacteristically optimistic about the broadening of disciplines and diversity in the modern university, which, though imperfect, opens up the potential for collectivity. And I am rather optimistic about what my generation has to offer.
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