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Añoro

By Deborah Stokol

Based on the memories of my uncle, “Tio,” Alberto (or my reimagination of the inherited narrative of a reimagination) “I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.” -Jorge Luis Borges We were young. It was the Buenos Aires of 1950. The Spanish Civil War was so recent all the Argentinean Spaniards (of which... »

Inhabiting a Memory

By Deborah Stokol

Memories are self-contained bits of the past we’ve locked away in our minds. You can have them stored away for years without remembering you still have them, and then suddenly, a random thing will trigger some recall that brings to light this forgotten treasure. We’ve got a trove full. Losing them, of course, does not... »