by Lisa Peet
I was used to juggling my self-perception and other people’s views of me as a black person and as a woman, from within and without. But now what I took as me seemed almost inconsequential as my essence shriveled to my age. This was something new. Continue reading
by Jennifer Haupt
I returned from Rwanda with a laptop full of stories from genocide survivors and aid workers, stories of reconciliation and forgiveness, stories of inhumane atrocities and superhuman resilience, stories of grace when there can be no forgiveness—stories of amahoro, the Rwandan greeting that literally means peace. Continue reading
by Lisa Peet
Books had always been a language my mother and I shared when she was well . . . And yet—once I was alone in her apartment with a stack of boxes, tasked with this move, and her books were all mine to do with as I liked, I knew one thing right away: I didn’t want them. Continue reading
by Lisa Peet
“I never meant to tell Peter’s story, but it was delivered as if by Scheherazade, arriving in unconnected episodes that somehow began to fit together. The pieces slowly developed a grip that held me in thrall. Before I knew it, Peter’s stories had taken shape in drawings and in words, and in no time seemed to take on a life beyond what he had told me.” Continue reading
by Lisa Peet
What is it about an event like the Triangle fire—so small in the context of today’s numbers—that still keeps its memory so close to the surface of our national anger? Was the world simply a smaller place then? Continue reading
by Lisa Peet
But while the novel—a tale of one man’s odyssey to free the animals in the London Zoo—was written on these shores, “The plain fact is,” Broun says, “I barely thought of Americans.” Continue reading
by Lisa Peet
But really, if we’re talking about relationships, doesn’t “It’s Complicated” apply to everyone? The complexity of human bonds is endlessly fascinating; this is why we tell stories, and why we read them. Continue reading
