When they arrive, she is propped up on pillows in the hospital bed.
The Dying Room by Leanne Pierce Schneider
Category: Essays
Pulses by Kathy Davis
Once, arms waving in frustration, my father said, “If no one’s alive who remembers you, it’s like you never existed.”
Foreign by Terri Lewis
In the seventies, I went to Würzburg, Germany, to perform with the ballet.
There Are Girls Like You in Japan by Mimi Iimuro Van Ausdall
You had been to Japan only once before this, when you were eight.
Peephole by Lotus Mae
I opened the door half-way and saw this young worker-type guy wearing a tool belt.
A Trip to the Pit by Nilsa Rivera Castro
The gray mattress the officer gave me almost slid out of my sweaty hands.
On the Pandemic, Baby Gawking and Unshakable Love by Nancy Townsley
Tommy stabs at the air with adorable, chubby fingers. “Uck!” His eight-month-old torso goes rigid with excitement, then relaxes….
Mathematical Proof for Body by Ali Tarbox Saperstein
Our pre-calculus teacher called us the “Loquacious Lilies” — bright-eyed and giggling at girlhood’s perimeter.
Throwing Myself into Walls by Jessica Slice
We almost said no when they asked if we had space for a newborn. We had been foster parents for only a few months….
Things Grow Here by Leah Richards
We make music in our house, though none of us are particularly gifted. We sing each other to sleep and plink on children’s tiny pianos.
