Celebrate 15 years with us in NYC!

You’ve heard the good news — The Common is celebrating 15 years in 2025. Now here’s the best part: we’re throwing a party in New York, and you’re invited! Join us for an evening of refreshments, conversation, and mingling in honor of our 15th year in print.

The party will feature “This is the Place,” a panel conversation between esteemed authors Xochitl Gonzalez, Lynn Steger Strong, and Rumaan Alam, with Leigh Newman moderating. It will take place on Thursday, June 12th from 6-8 pm.

The Common's 15th anniversary party

Please complete registration to RSVP and purchase your ticket. Tickets are available at tiered pricing. All proceeds support The Common‘s mission of elevating writers, which we hope to continue for another 15 years!

Please feel free to share this with anyone who might be interested. The more the merrier at this celebration. See you there!

 

From the beginning, The Common has brought you transportive writing and exciting new voices. We are committed to supporting writers and maintaining free, unrestricted access to our website, but we can’t do it without you. Become an integral part of our global community of readers and writers by donating today. No amount is too small. Thank you!

Celebrate 15 years with us in NYC!

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