
The night before my mother died, I sat on a stool beside her bed writing the artist statement for her last show.
The night before my mother died, I sat on a stool beside her bed writing the artist statement for her…
The point was to hide your fear. Feel afraid but don’t flinch.
No one had ever had a birthday party like mine. I was allowed to invite ten girls from my fifth-grade…
Last fall, I learned my mother had stopped praying.
Bright lights girl-not-girl examined by nurse in clean clean clean. Looking for cuts, looking for bruises, looking for something unseen.
HippoCamp: A Conference for Creative Nonfiction may be on hiatus (aiming for a 2025 return), but the team at Hippocampus Magazine is still bringing CNF knowledge and know-how to you through a trio of event series. Individual events will be listed on our Events Calendar about a quarter in advance, allowing you to plan ahead…