…they were not children’s authors. They were regular people, which meant they had no need to render themselves appealing to their own children.
What Strange Light the Setting Sun by Porter Huddleston
Category: Essays
In That River I Saw Him Again by Catherine Young
Endless streams of coal trains coursed in and out of my childhood in Pennsylvania’s Lackawanna Valley…
Scars Fists Watch Kiss by Jonathan Winston Jones
Three scars brush my face. Two visible. One hidden.
Precedent by Zachary Ostraff
I found the bunny by a fence. It was dead. I checked its body for wounds. Nothing. It just died.
Brothers In Arms by Jessica Ripka
It is the day after Christmas and we are about to drive to Connecticut in the rain to see relatives in a car rented under my name.
The New Pretty by Nicole Graev Lipson
I fall back on the greatest power I know as an adolescent girl, which is to say nothing.
Say You Want to Live and Be Beautiful by Lori Jakiela
When the oncology nurse calls, I’m eating a Pick Two at the Panera in Westmoreland Mall.
The Honey Bucket by Laura Joyce-Hubbard
I piloted a $34 million aircraft, and there was no place onboard where I could pee.
Exodus by Darby Shea Williams
Church is hell. But I am excellent at it.
Priest Island by Katie Parry
Quite suddenly, there is a solid object where—moments before—there had been nothing. For a second I am too surprised to shout…
