Wanna play?
“Wanna play?” That was a standard greeting between my neighbor, Julie and me. If it were summer in the Midwestern suburb where we grew…
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Inevitable
Editor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2004, Wm. Anthony Connolly reflects on death…
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All in the neighborhood
Because the stranger knocking at our front door didn’t look like a Jehovah’s Witness or a candidate for political office, I opened the door…
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The price of mangoes
There is a sprawling mango tree that looms over my backyard, but it belongs to my neighbor. Every January, it sprouts clusters of tiny…
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