Human Interest

I Breathe. I Write. I Deliver Mail.

by Jane Devin on 02/13/2008

“Jane,what do you do for a living?” This question comes up often in letters received from readers of this blog, and while my favorite answer is “breathe”, most people don’t find that satisfactory. They want to know what company I work for, what college I teach at, or how I became so independently wealthy that [...]

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The Sky is Falling. Therefore it Must Be.

by Jane Devin on 02/09/2008

The other day, not for the first time, someone totally surprised me. It’s not unusual for me to be caught off guard or taken aback – I am almost perpetually naive in some ways, especially when it comes to matters of friendship. I always think that friends are forever, even if you don’t see them [...]

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She had a felony arrest for child neglect last July, but the Department of Childrens Services was not monitoring Latasha Morris, or checking up on her children. In between December 2007 and January 2008, Morris was arrested four times. On February 6th, Morris, a chronic alcoholic and drug user, passed out on top of her [...]

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In 2000, I was awarded a month-long fellowship to Norcroft, a women’s writing retreat on the North Shore of Minnesota. A few years later, when the retreat closed its doors, I was asked to contribute to an anthology about the Norcroft experience. I set out to do it, but realized that whatever I wrote would [...]

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When None of the Power is Yours

by Jane Devin on 01/28/2008

I didn’t know my Nana Hlatky very well. She lived in Conneticut, on the other side of the coast, and only came to visit every few years. Still, I felt a connection with her, far more than my sisters did. They couldn’t decipher her accent as well as I could, and none of them had [...]

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Camille Paglia: Tabloid-Style Politics

by Jane Devin on 01/18/2008

In her most recent political essay, Camille Paglia exposes readers to a skeletal mindset covered in layers of archaic academia — her own. In so many ways, Paglia reminds me of Ann Coulter. They are both well-fed media darlings not, it seems, for the depth or truth of anything they might say, but for their [...]

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