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    Transforming the Green-Ey'd Monster Paid Member

    I hate to admit I’m jealous. But the physical feeling is unmistakable. There is clenching in the belly and jaw, a fight-or-flight response in the limbs. A stab of pain in the heart. The ancient Greeks thought that an overproduction of bile, which turned the skin a pale, putrid green, caused such emotions as jealousy. Green is the color of jealousy still—and of poison. This is what jealousy does: it poisons our hearts and minds, often toward those closest to us. More »
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    Envidia Paid Member

    They had warned me about the bedsheets. More »
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    Someone Is Jealous of You Paid Member

    The Golden Girl—that’s what my sister and I called the most popular girl in our town. We’d become very jealous of her on account of her many admirers, one of whom was our very own father. We pained to hear him praise her beauty, talent, and intelligence, wondering to ourselves, “Dad, does that mean you’re embarrassed by your daughters for being ugly, unskilled, and stupid?” More »
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    In Defense of Envy Paid Member

    My friend, let’s call her Gladys, has some big news. It’s so big she has come to a sudden halt, pausing the rapid chatter and easy gait of our evening walk. “My husband landed a teaching fellowship,” she blurts. It’s a major career advance and something he has pursued for a while. But why does she seem so flustered? “It’s in Budapest,” she adds, dispelling my confusion. I can barely catch up as she springs into a giddy description of her future life, detailing plans to learn Hungarian, reconnect with distant relatives, and travel Europe during her children’s school breaks. More »
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    The Curse of Mittavinda Paid Member

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    Middle Way Manager Paid Member

    At night I lie in bed, unable to sleep. Worst-case scenarios run through my head—and then I remember that they’re not worst-case scenarios at all. I’m living them. My teacher died, our community has torn itself apart in his absence, and I’m 42, single, and still not totally sure what I want to do with my life. More »