Two nights ago, I had the good fortune to go to an event thrown by The Moth, New York City’s premier live-storytelling outfit. The event was part of their StorySLAM series, in which ten brave individuals take to the stage to tell a true personal story, in under five minutes, to an audience of their [...]
by Sarah Silberman — Age 24 — Brooklyn, NY The architecture firm where I worked as a receptionist was understaffed, and sometimes I escaped from behind my desk, littered with paper clips and tedium, and went uptown with the architects to document apartments. The first space I measured was a brownstone near the Natural History [...]
Ed. note: I always insist that I categorically don’t print poetry, so forgive the inconsistency — this one had a certain something I couldn’t pass up. Happy Monday, everyone. by Lisa Westbrook — Age 46 — Memphis, TN Yesterday at the lunch table Sarah announced she’s going back to school. She’s going to certify As [...]
In 2005, when a freight truck pulled up to the front door of my apartment in Ithaca and disorged twenty-two boxes of the first issue of 400 Words — enough to completely line the living-room wall — it seemed impossible that I’d ever be rid of them all. (Not that I wanted to be. I’d [...]
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