by Steve—Age 32—Lincoln, NE At five o’clock in the morning, the corn is still cold and wet. Dew from the hairy leaves soaks your flannel and wrinkles your fingers. Firm as a handshake, you grab the tassel-tops and pull. The tassels pop and squeak. You drop them underfoot. These fields are virgin, a hundred percent [...]
by Rosalind—Age 52—Bala Cynwyd, PA The easiest job I ever had was being paid to sleep. Two nights a week I’d walk through dark, quiet streets to the University of Chicago Sleep Lab. After changing into pajamas, I’d sit on a stool in a brightly lit room while Sam, a grad student, pasted a dozen [...]
by Dave—Age 37—Spain I was utterly broke. We had recently moved to the little seaside town of Kinsale. Not only were we penniless, our landlord had reneged on his deal and told us we only had a month’s tenancy left. We had no contract and little choice but to look elsewhere. Little did I know [...]
by Ellen—Age 47—Brooklyn, NY Once upon a time in New York there were street vendors who sold egg creams. I worked for a man named Jasper who dropped his workers and their carts in a central location in Manhattan and then we would have to push these carts, loaded down with tanks of seltzer and [...]
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