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Arabic, Allah, and a Can of Beer
As I walked into the vast cafeteria for the first time, I suddenly realized more than ever that I w…
Everything Every Morning
It sounded too good to be true, like one of those 800 numbers promising a product to put my life on…
A Very Rich Would-Be Runaway
I couldn’t shake the feeling. All week long I simply had wanted to run away. But I wasn’t 15—I was…
He Lives With Me
My summer task-force responsibilities were over. My wife and I had worked for 10 weeks in Denver du…