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If Walls Could Talk, Concrete Confess

If walls could talk.

If concrete could confess.

If soul could seep through cement.

If only one of those monochrome apparitions could reach out and take me by the hand, leading me into a world of smoke and ale and revelation. 344 more words


A Curtain Hung Between Us

Do you ever feel it when he gets hurt?

As an identical twin, it’s a question I’ve entertained more than a few times over the years.  530 more words


A Letter to Coffee

Dear Coffee,

Make yourself comfortable at the dining room table. Take a seat. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble, so relax your steaming breath. I have so much to tell you. 571 more words


20 Thoughts That Go Through Your Head Before a Gymnastics Meet

In honor of the 2014-2015 competitive meet season beginning, twenty thoughts that go through your head before a gymnastics meet from the perspectives of a parent, a gymnast, a coach, a judge and a meet director:  1,049 more words


"Why Should Artists at Work Fund Idlers at Art?"

I’m so happy to bring you this letter. One of my favourite artistic collaborators, Dave Lamb, has written this beautiful, eloquent, generous and immensely clever response to Mitchell Browne’s Syndey Morning Herald article… 2,330 more words


Goodbye to the Loch Ness Monster?

I haven’t had much to say about the Scottish independence referendum. I’ve never lived or worked in Scotland, and my family background has no relevant connections either, so whether a Yes or No outcome would be best for Scotland isn’t a debate I have much to contribute to. 2,466 more words


What My Bookshelf Says About the Continuing Effects of Patriarchy

The other day, I did one of those “10 books that stayed with me” status updates on Facebook. It’s a thing that’s been going around for a while now. 874 more words


Laptops in Classrooms

I’ve updated this post after discussing the issue with my class. 

I can think of no journalism professors I admire more than Clay Shirky and… 1,132 more words


Baby's First Breakup


It begins with a breakup that takes all night.

Is this normal? I’m not sure. This is my first breakup, because this was my first relationship (sorry, high school boyfriends, but you don’t count. 2,803 more words


The Production of Monsters

In 1977, my grandparents took me and my sisters to the top of the Empire State Building. I can remember being annoyed by all the waiting in line just to ride the elevator to the observation floor. 1,251 more words


On The Walking Dead, Sarah, and Why It All Matters

I just sent this to, regarding episode 4 of The Walking Dead: Season Two. Massive spoilers for that episode within. 1,087 more words

Video Games

Longreads Exclusive: The Decline of the Oral Roberts Dynasty

Kiera Feldman | This Land Press | September 2014 | 34 minutes (8,559 words)

This Land PressWe’re proud to present a new Longreads Exclusive from… 8,749 more words


Height Bias and the NHL Draft

I have something of a vested interest in researching how NHL teams view short players, and to what extent any height bias is warranted. In recent years, a number of the Winterhawks’ most prolific players have been on the shorter end of things when drafted. 1,886 more words


America's Best Burrito

America es un gran burrito, a giant tortilla stuffed with dreams. Or so it seems to me, now that I’ve eaten my way across it. 2,670 more words


The Meaning of Happiness Changes Over Your Lifetime

The following is a scientific and personal article written by CAH member Troy Campbell about happiness.

One lovely afternoon, I began chatting to my grandpa. I was completely unaware he was about to say something that would change my view of happiness forever. 837 more words


Catching Boners: The Cost of Banning 6 Porn Sites in Lebanon

Child sex abuse is a terrible evil that we should devote countless resources and strategies to tackling, but the issue raised by the Telecom Ministry’s decision to… 1,155 more words


How to Spell the Rebel Yell: The Sound of Civil War History

Elena Passarello | The Normal School | 2010 | 14 minutes (3,470 words)

The Normal SchoolOur latest Longreads Member Pick is a deep dive into the sounds of history, from Elena Passarello and… 3,602 more words


The Cycle: On the Ray Rices We Know


When I was 16, my high school boyfriend backhanded me across the face, with a beer bottle in his hand.  We were in his baby blue car, on our way to his house, and his father was the first to look up from watching golf on TV and notice my newly forming bruise, the swelling next to my eye.   673 more words

Domestic Violence

An Open Letter to J. K. Rowling on Scottish Independence

by Allan Crosbie, PT English, Edinburgh

Dear Joanne,

You won’t remember me but nearly 20 years ago we worked together briefly in a school in Edinburgh. 642 more words


How to Appeal to Science Denialists with Raw Work Ethic

Two scientists are racing
For the cure of all mankind
Both of them side by side
So determined
Locked in heated battle
For the cure that is their prize… 1,967 more words

Influences: Peter Bourke

In 1991 we moved to a house in Brixton, south London. Of all our welcomes, that of our neighbour, the actor Peter Bourke, was the warmest. 577 more words


A Garden Hot Dog & Dessert Party

September 2014

Often mocked for its mysterious components, the hot dog is an institution even I can’t deny. Mind you, the idea of leathery dogs rolling repeatedly on a lamp-heated conveyor makes me sincrely nauseous (ie: on the verge of dry-heaving while typing), but the idea of a quality link, grilled to perfection, is garden party worthy! 395 more words

Hot Dogs


What nobody tells you as an artist is that every project starts at the beginning. Not just the blank page, the empty stage, but that you have to re-establish your credentials and your quality every time. 875 more words


Kicking Puppies and Taking Names: Why We Misbehave in Elevators

If I could ride in an elevator with anyone, either living or dead, I would most definitely pick Sigmund Freud.

Not because a 30-seconds-long vertical journey would be time enough to permit any kind of meaningful psychological exchange between the Good Herr Doktor and I – it’d be time enough to summon a pithy, off-cuff interpretation of last night’s bad dream, perhaps, or if he had his pocket watch on hand, to flirt with the stirrings of hypnotic stupor, but then it’d be time’s up. 1,684 more words


Imagine: On Bravado and Humility

On the eve of 9/11 2014, President Obama admitted, “Still, we continue to face a terrorist threat,” adding:

We cannot erase every trace of evil from the world, and small groups of killers have the capacity to do great harm.

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September 11

What Remains

“Someday, in the mist of time,

When they ask me if I knew you,

I’d smile and say you were a friend of mine.

And the sadness will be lifted from my eyes. 726 more words