My name is actually Laurenne.

I’m in Poland, land of pierogis, remnants of war, a plethora of Zs and Ls, and several skis. It happens to be the exciting time of soccer’s Euro Cup, or what Americans call the “what’s that?” It’s the most-watched sporting event not seen in America. Some games are held in Poland this year, so there […]

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Ole! Ole! Ole?

One day we’re all going to be the same race. I can’t wait. I give it seven more generations. All of our skins will be caramel colored and our eyes brown. We’ll all have Christmas trees, menorahs, and burkas. We’ll all walk on the same side of the street. We’ll eat kimchi tacos and collared […]

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Who We, Like, Become

When I went to Papua New Guinea in 2009, I met a villager who asked me the name of my homeland. I told her the USA and she asked, “The United States of Africa?” Then she smiled and tried to sell me the head of a pig. A dead pig. It was on a platter. […]

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Attacked by ivory

Maybe it’s because my father played the piano while I was living in my mom’s belly. Maybe that’s why. He serenaded her on their first date. Music lived in his fingers, and it lulled me to sleep when I didn’t yet know what sleep was. I have cassettes that start with my giggly toddler voice […]

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My favorite virgin

It was my birthday week! I was over here getting older. What were you doing? I didn’t write anything, although I do have some new insights about age (hint: it’s not so bad). In the meantime, I will share this Taboo Tale with you from our February show. It’s about a virgin in her thirties. […]

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