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Names On A Wall
 

Rin Steketee

Just before I started junior high school, my family and I moved into a high-rise building that I considered the height of sophistication and modernity.

 

 

 

Glynn,

     I'm a venture capitalist with Charles River Ventures and I LOVE your show. We have an seed financing program to fund Internet startups.  We are allowed to commit up to $50K (on...

About ten years ago, when I was a sophomore in college, my boyfriend Ry, his best friend Jeh, my foriegn exchange student friend from Japan Tomoko and I all decided to visit New York City over spring break.  Tomoko and I were students at...

Ordinarily, I don’t have a problem talking to homeless guys. This time, though, I would’ve rather talked to anyone other than the man I saw across the street. But it was a Michigan winter night; no one else was outside. I was in...

Greetings!

This is a traditional Hindu tale recorded in Montreal, Quebec, Canada in February 2010 in a cafe to an audience of over 30 people. The storyteller is John David Hickey (...

 

Happy First Day of the New Year. I woke late this morning because my evening was slightly longer than I anticipated.  Let me tell you about last night.

 

Monday night football is on, you watch the game in it’s entirety. As you watch, you interpret, analyze, and deduce authentic original thoughts from the game you have just witnessed. (Assuming you do not just listen to the commentators from...

The Quarter-Pound Giant Burger across the street from my apartment is a greasy beacon of light that watches the liquor store close and the crack den open. This is where the still

but furious grill...

The recent podcast, Snap Judgment #202: Abducted,  prompted me to write this essay about my experience of being adopted.
Adoption is perfectly legal, so why-or how-could it be compared to the experience of being abducted?
Now,...

A year ago I boarded a bus on East 18th Street headed to downtown Oakland. I sat in the back of the bus, reading a book. A black woman in her early 40s, clad in a cowboy hat and boots, blue jeans and a brown leather jacket,...