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Happy Birthday, funnifamily! Would Shakespeare Get Into Swathmore? We and our colleagues at The Princeton Review have spent many years training students to take the SAT II, and have carefully analyzed the College Board’s essay-grading criteria. To receive a high…
The Resemblance Between Your Life and a Dog –Robert Bly I never intended to have this life, believe me– It just happened. You know how dogs turn up At a farm, and they wag but can’t explain. It’s good if…
My Father’s Lunch by Erica Funkhouser Saturday afternoon, he’d sit at the kitchen table in khakis and a workshirt. White napkin, a beer, the serrated knife. Pieces of prosciutto or headcheese or kippered herring layered on slabs of black bread.…
The Almanac of Last Things by Linda Pastan From the almanac of last things I choose the spider lily for the grace of its brief blossom, though I myself fear brevity, but I choose The Song of Songs because the…
Two quotes: If you are planning for a year, sow rice; if you are planning for a decade, plant trees; if you are planning for a lifetime, educate people. –Chinese proverb Start by doing what is necessary, then do what…
Twelve Facts About the Immigrants: A Prose Poem by Carmine Sarracino, from The Idea of the Ordinary They were not Italiani, but rather Calabresi, Siciliani, Napolitani, Abruzzesi and would remain so until they died in places like Providence, Rhode Island…
Any prince to any princess by Adrian Henri August is coming and the goose, I’m afraid, is getting fat. There have been no golden eggs for some months now. Straw has fallen well below market price despite my frantic spinning…
New Every Morning by Susan Coolidge Every morning is a fresh beginning, Listen my soul to the glad refrain. And, spite of old sorrows And older sinning, Troubles forecasted And possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again.…
He Attempts to Love His Neighbours by Alden Nowlan My neighbours do not wish to be loved. They have made it clear that they prefer to go peacefully about their business and want me to do the same. This ought…
“Books” by Billy Collins, from Sailing Alone Around the Room From the heart of this dark, evacuated campus I can hear the library humming in the night, a choir of authors murmuring inside their books along the unlit, alphabetical shelves,…
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