Relativity
May 1, 2005
My Glamorous Mother
by Adam Jeffries Schwartz
My mother is the most glamorous woman in the cancer ward; her star quality is startling. The nurses gather around gaping, mouths open, unashamedly ignoring the other women. One nurse gushes, "Look at those cheekbones! You must have been somebody!" The other highly-trained professionals nod in agreement. Read more.
Skeleton in the Closet
At the age of 20 I had no interest in babies. Puppies, yes. Kitties, maybe. Babies? Absolutely not. I wouldn't even baby-sit children under the age of three. I didn't see melt into a puddle of hormonal goo at the sight of a little one. In fact, the sight was quite likely to frighten me. Read more.
Sisterhood
My older sister has the curliest hair I have ever seen. My hair is straight as a pin. When we were very young we used to go get our hair cut together. The hairdresser would inevitably say, "I've never seen two sisters with such different hair." I'd then proudly announce that she was adopted. Read more.
Extreme Dependence
I had been struggling with myself for weeks leading up to the deadline for this issue (and truth be told, it's nearly a week past deadline as I type this), but nothing was leading me to a good idea for a feature article. Finally, in desperation, I turned to www.dictionary.com to see if I might get a new take on "relativity." Read more.
A Relatively Picky Eater
by Kisha Geijer
I've always been known as the picky eater in my family. My parents would try to get me to try new stuff, but I was never interested and they never forced the issue. When we would go out to eat, I would always order the same thing, and I would usually have a special request to go with it--no sour cream, or tartar sauce on the side. I generally had one dish at a time that I would try at any new restaurant that we went to. Read more.
It's All Relative
by Abigail Vint
I would say I'm a grass-is-always-greener-on-the-other-side type of girl. Some might think this is pessimistic. I like to consider myself ambitious. Read more.