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Personal Essay/Memoir
Today (12/16) is NYC Submission Deadline
NYC Educators and Students, Tomorrow December 16th is the deadline for submissions. Student work must be uploaded by 11:59 pm. SUBMISSION FORMS MUST BE POSTMARKED BY DECEMBER 16th. The best way to ensure that a submission form is postmarked is to personally visit a post office and hand deliver your envelope to a window agent and request that […]
MoreReminder: Submission Deadline is December 16th
This is a reminder that the deadline for submissions is Wednesday, December 16th, only two weeks away! Don’t forget about our newest award category, Editorial Cartoons. The category, Editorial Cartoons, sponsored by The Herb Block Foundation, is designated for artwork that conveys a political theme or message. Up to three Medal recipients in this category […]
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Bits and Pieces & Kate’s Vineyard
Kate’s Vineyard (2015 Silver Key, Personal Essay/Memoir) By Atessa Savitt, 8th Grade, The Dalton School Some strangers aren’t meant to stay strangers. I say this with a specific someone in mind. When I was eleven years old, my family and I were vacationing in Napa Valley, California, commonly known as the “wine country”. On our […]
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Same Studio
When I was three years old, my mother and I walked to ballet class once a week. She held my hand as I toddled along beside her, running to match her slowed pace, with baby wisps of blond hair floating and catching sunlight around my head. On 67th and 3rd, we would turn a corner […]
MoreLucky Strike
It is a cold night in October and the only light in the backyard is the faint glow of six cigarettes. We slouch in lawn chairs that have been organized into a perfect circle, 14 knees pointing towards the sky as if we are members of a moon worshiping cult. Smoke hangs in the air, […]
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She nudged me. “How do you pronounce that word?” she asked in a warm whisper, her index finger peeking out of the sleeve of the paper thin, over-sized turquoise robe to point at the pamphlet. “Mastectomy,” I said. “Muh-steck-tummy.” “Mah-steek-timmy. That sounds like such a scary word. All of these science words are so intimidating,” […]
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The day after a boy first touches my breasts, I stand in front of the mirror and evaluate. They’re pale—so pale they’re almost translucent. I can see the blue veins threading through the tissue and the tiny capillaries delicate as pink lace. It’s almost like I can see into them, into the round mystery of […]
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