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By Benjamin Silverberg | December 9, 2013I had stepped into the unknown and learned some facts, but was left with other things I would never know.
I had stepped into the unknown and learned some facts, but was left with other things I would never know.
Instinctively, I retreated to my room. It wasn't really my room—just the place where piles of not-yet-ready-to-discard possessions accumulated, a dumping ground in a house I only visited.
There’s been a flurry of talk lately about race, religious and socioeconomic relations (a perennial topic) with confessions of secrets and explanations for apparent hypersensitivity towards labels...
A married father of two, an engineer living in Germany and a handful of college and graduate students in such places as Colorado, Ontario and Mexico. What do they have in common? They all strip...
Buried under a pile of leaves in the woods near my house, we found it—the Holy Grail of the peri-pubescent crusade: a wrinkled copy of an old Playboy magazine.
“Is it true that a lot of gays are in frats?”
Effectively, we just built a hospital. It wasn’t the mortar and brick we carried, but the smaller details that converted a concrete husk to a home for health.
There are some anniversaries that I wish I could forget. But Facebook will remind me. Or Google. Or MSNBC. Or The Chronicle.
Upperclassmen, transfer students, graduate students and even freshmen, this still may apply to you, so read on.
Wednesday afternoon in downtown Guayaquil: It’s hot and bustling, as usual.