Charles Comey

  • Against Honeymoons

    My wife is seated in a beach chair. She peers over her book and sees me approaching some seals hauled up on the sand. There are only a little over a thousand of these…

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  • The Love We Use

    I remember walking on the white slabs of cement in the breezeway between our kindergarten and elementary school when I was five, and some older kid telling me that my friend Tom’s parents had…

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  • A Plea for Human Food

    The summers when I was in middle school I spent hiking out West, and we did a lot of putting one foot in front of the other in the most gorgeous places I’ve ever…

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  • The Passion of the Cow

    One evening in December a bunch of us gather on the second floor of a warehouse on the North Side of Chicago for a party. The warehouse smells delicious because baked goods are on…

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