‘Tis the season

This morning my roommate Azadeh got an email from her father: “Don't forget to jump over fire tonight. Love, Dad” Lest ye be under the

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The last word

My mother always says that I have to have the last word. Indeed, perhaps I do. Particularly when it comes to the across-the-board generalizations of

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Language salad

There are a few things my mother and I will never agree on: that Madonna has any musical merit at all, that sushi is a

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