Finding Solace in Other People’s Intimacy

Why I Love Collecting ‘Vintage Ephemera’

Most people collect things, whether it’s casually or compulsively. You might accumulate many pairs of a favorite brand of shoe. Or you might be a Deadhead on a mission to stockpile Jerry Garcia bootlegs.

My own collection consists of unique items that are very personal, though they’re not an actual part of my life. I collect what’s known as “vintage ephemera”—postcards and letters, photographs and newspapers, calendars and maps, baseball cards and paper dolls, and even birth announcements and death certificates. These are written or printed items that, according to …

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How I Learned to Be Armenian Amid Shelves of Pickled Shallots

Generations of Armenians in Los Angeles Have Taken Solace in Markets That Remind Them of the Homes They Had to Flee

I dreaded Saturday mornings when I was growing up. That’s because while other kids were waking up to watch cartoons or making movie plans with friends (so I imagined), I …

The Colorado Mountain Town That Owns My Heart

The One Constant in My Nomadic Childhood Was Crested Butte

I roamed the country in my youth, but Crested Butte, the charming mountain town that owned my heart, kept me from straying too far.

Despite living in six different states over …

My Version of Hell Is a Park in Long Beach

My Family Loves El Dorado Park, But I Hate Everything About It

I detest El Dorado Park.

Yes, I understand the appeal of the park, an oasis of greenery nestled between an aqueduct and the 605 freeway on the outskirts of Long …

Caught Between the Saguaros and the Deep Blue Sea

Gila Bend, Arizona, Is Where I Feel the Pull of Two Different Homes

By the time I reach Gila Bend, the radio waves from Phoenix have almost completely faded into fuzzy static. I feel giddy anticipation as the speed limit drops abruptly from …

Finding Community at a Kathmandu Temple

Nepal Is Full of Places of Worship, But I Keep Going Back to Pashupati Nath

After I left my village in eastern Nepal in 1999 to study in the capital city of Kathmandu, I found myself missing home. Especially my childhood temple.

Growing up, I would …