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John Leavitt is a writer and artist. He lives in New York City.
But it was I who held your arm as the three gravediggers hammered your father’s narrow coffin shut.
Although called a saint by many, the Vatican never recognized her. She was a poor peasant who became. . .
I forgot to say goodbye to the kids.
I knelt into my weeping until my heart
broke me awake.
How Trump misrepresents his worker-friendly bona fides.
Hollywood Anglophilia reached new heights in 2019 and The Two Popes is Exhibit A.
In Weather, Jenny Offill tackles the Anthropocene.