It is with a broken heart I share that we’ve decided it’s in the best interest to cancel HippoCamp 2020.
HippoCamp 2020 Update: Conference Cancellation and Next Steps
Month: May 2020
In My Garden by Megan Verwelst
In my garden there is the oregano plant they gave you at dialysis. The catnip seeds we planted and forgot about…
Fog Effects by Ann Beman
As I paddle, our canoe glides through the water. I feel rather than see this motion, because a thick morning fog envelops us…
Tiny Twin Step-Mother by K. G. Wright
He’s been married before, my ex; now he’s marrying again. I learn her name from my 8-year-old son…
I Thought I Knew Them by Nancy Barnes
I am opening the last boxes of my parents’ personal papers, boxes I’ve carted with me on many moves.
Shorthand by Donna M. Magnotta
When I was ten years old, I came across a note written in some kind of secret code.
The Simplest Recipe Jess Flarity
Try not to cry into the batter or the cookies will be too salty.
He Looked Small by Mallory Olivia Taylor
He looked small in his hospital bed. No smaller than usual, but still, the nurses must have considered him a small man.
The Capacity of a Human by Linda Anne Silver
…the need comes after our fifty-year-old daughter dies on a midsummer’s morning and we are numb: wanting to flee the sadness, not knowing how to move forward.
My Husband Got a Bad Haircut by Jillian Pretzel
“Why don’t I cut your hair next time?” I asked.
