by Gabriella Herkert

I’m a lawyer. For those of you who don’t know many lawyers, that pretty much means I get paid by the word. Every multi-syllabic euphemism I can inject into an otherwise casual conversation is directly proportional to the lakeside square-footage residential property I can afford. I have never minded the burdens this places on me.

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by Jennifer Spiegel

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The television is on and there are reports of war. Zaire will be the Congo by the time I leave South Africa. Everyone sits around, drinking coffee, reading books, playing cards, rolling joints, writing memoirs. Everyone in hostels is always writing. The sizzle of static is on the telly and I hear the drivel of backpackers telling their stories.
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