A birth on Christmas Eve

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The day finds me already overwhelmed and it’s not even dawn. It’s Christmas Eve and I just woke after a short sleep to sit at the dinner table to pore over stacks of student assignments. Final grades were due days ago. This semester I somehow found myself teaching the equivalent of seven classes across two institutions. For me, that’s more college students than names I can recall. I feel foolish. My own words have dried to not even a trickle. My thoughts, unfocused for months without end. Little more than confusion and anger. I’m unsure now what I am capable…

Rion Amilcar Scott

Author of story collections THE WORLD DOESN’T REQURE YOU (Liveright) and INSURRECTIONS (University Press of Kentucky), which won the 2017 PEN/Bingham Prize.

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