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The first time I was introduced to tarot was through a reading done by a friend. As she pulled cards, she spoke to me in a soothing voice; I was…

“You sure you want to do this?” Mom said. “I’d rather have them cut out than have them fall off and see them on my pillow.” A warm smile sprung…

I love to sit in my bedroom, adjacent to my father’s office, and hear him laugh. More often than not he is listening to Monty Python audio tapes from the…

The only thing that could make my chocolate-covered mouth fall open—besides another bite of a Bova’s peanut butter chip cannoli—was the Boston skyline. I was a freshman walking back from…

I remember when I first heard someone use the word “banana” to describe themselves, it was the adopted Chinese daughter of a distant family friend who’d used it in a…