My Nonfictional Story About a Role Space Has Played in My Life

A mixed drink bubbling with a light green garnish in golden liquid and light — almost making it glow — sitting on a golden wooden board, elevated on a bartender’s counter but all else is dark around it except the silhouettes and shadows of liquor bottles.
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It was called “The Library”. It was a small upstairs bar with no windows but brightly lit like a friendlier version of a would-be cigar lounge for men if it weren’t for the allover more golden-colored wood-paneling and airy spaces with no obvious nooks for private men-talk. …

Experiencing death and marking the loss

A side-view of a little girl, barely the height of the windowsill, wearing a pink dress holding out a string of pearls as if determining to put them around her neck. Her hair short and wavy but maturely coiffed like a woman’s but with a barrette. A representative photo of a girl growing up too fast against more idealistic fashion.
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She said that she didn’t ever want to be pregnant because she concluded that having children must be a nuisance, and there was this particular term that she used to announce this in her native language that further translates into ‘inconvenience’. She said that her mother told her that there…

My Experience Coming Back to Something

Dusky view of a wet path reflecting the surrounding trees and a person at the far end as if walking or heading towards the far lake in the distance. The more sepia ambiance makes it like a metaphor for looking soberly back into something in my re-examination of the flaws in my national identity from the events in 2020 and since.
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The rite of passage for any American-born teen growing up schooled of the abomination of the Holocaust, significantly influenced by the celebrity and cultural trendsetters propagated in music, TV, and cinema of the 80’s and 90’s, besides the eccentricities of family and parental naturalization, was my already assumed privileged struggle…


Lightly black spray-painted word “FREEDOM” on a concrete wall being stared at contemplatively by a young women whose face is hidden by her long hair giving the sense more of her staring at the meaning of this word.
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Sadly, you and I don’t have real freedom. My political scientist friend would be amused at our expense, as the term ‘freedom’ is an oxymoron. The freedom that most people aspire to have is in fact limited as well as difficult to ultimately perfect as it is inconsistent and bounded…

A Marital Rite of Passage

A red neon sign over a neon green entry that reads, “Your Journey BEGINS HERE”.
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I. Nosh by Neon

It was 2 o’clock in the morning. The streets that led us here and the parking lot were empty. We were in a new town. The neon lights that wrapped around the top outer edge of this establishment were dazzling and somewhat reassuring.

Put your arm down — she won’t…


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You might think, I know about Eros. …

MWC Analysis

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The moniker or title of ‘writer’ is a touchy one. Many traditionalists would certainly not consider the majority of the writing on this platform as good writing but rather content for sale (a product). I don’t disagree. But I do support a healthy ecosystem which I believe this platform strives…

Point of View

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Modern day American or American-Canadian comedic films (What A Girl Wants (2003) or Once Upon A Holiday (2015)) about being some young misfit royal rebelling against the system suggests even fictionally the natural possibility of curiousity or craving of a royal about living a regular normal life and that breaking…


A brunette lovingly caressing her own hair, eyes closed, while walking outside with a hand full of shopping bags from Nordstrom’s.
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In a group of friends, men can be assholes too and not pay their fair share of something, underpay a tip, or intentionally play coy that ends up forcing the girl to pay on a first date.

For a woman, however, there is an additional social stigma attached to her…

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