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    Qinghong Shen
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    Dressing As If You've Given Up On Life
    Last year, the locker rooms were under renovation at my gym. Each morning, I headed to a tiny, co-ed space where, for obvious reasons, no one was allowed…
  • Years ago, I wanted my friend, Meredith, to take me with her on a camping trip to Lake George. I deliberately didn’t tell her that I knew nothing about…
  • As a child, I never wanted to sleep in a room with an open closet door. When I was about five, my parents took us to visit friends in Buffalo, New York. I…
  • When the Virginia House of Delegates subcommittee yesterday rejected the Equal Rights Amendment, its chair, Del. Margaret Ransone, said: “I don’t need…
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    Words You Never Want to Hear
    A couple of weeks ago, at the end of a cut, my stylist said, “Hmm…your hair looks strange.” A week of high humidity had made me resemble a poodle. Perhaps…
  • Recently, after four attempts, a TSA agent failed to collect a non-fuzzy image of my fingerprints. No matter how firmly I pressed and no matter how I…
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    Living Forever
    My dad died in March. Even though he needed a pacemaker to regulate his heart and he was a brittle, non-compliant diabetic, his death still shocked…
  • In my hip hop class, we dance to a Meghan Trainor song whose lyrics are:“If I was you, I would wanna be me, too. I would wanna be me, too.”People perk up…
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    Your Happy Little Pill
    Your Happy Little Pill by Kataeya Daley, a student at UVA School of Nursing
  • Each year, the University of Virginia's School of Nursing sponsors a writing competition for its students -- a chance to reflect on the career they've…
  • Pet to Table Dining
    Growing up, I desperately wanted a pet. We lived in a tenement bordered by an asphalt driveway in the back and a concrete sidewalk in the front. Our…
  • Once, as I waited for my husband, Bruce, outside the door of a Trader Joe’s in Manhattan, a blond-haired man walked up and stood uncomfortably close to…