The other day I mentioned the deep regret I feel over not having taken small scraps of wallpaper from the rooms of my parents’ house.
Five Wallpapers by Anne Panning
Category: Essays
Everything Must Go by Marie Manilla
It’s all tagged. Baggies of nails from Dad’s workshop. Two end tables that belonged to my Italian grandparents. Even the dust mop.
Tom Thumb of Crystal City by Alison Condie Jaenicke
I was a clerk-typist; he was an analyst and technically my boss. His was a real post-college career and mine was a summer and winter break job…
Invaders on Holiday (or, The Consequences of Time Travel at the International Stone Skipping Competition) by Shane Cashman
You had no idea stone skipping was a competitive sport until the day you ran out of stones to skip at your childhood lake.
Construction with Benefits by Kelly Jean Fitzsimmons
Last summer two unexpected events happened that changed how I weigh my chance at love. First, I discovered that I didn’t fit into the chairs at the Delacorte Theater…
Leavings by Connor Ferguson
I harbor a particular fondness for gradual, physical change. I have a brown leather case for my iPhone, and I relish the ghostly patterns slowly developing on it…
Tough Titties by Audrey Jennifer Smith
As a teenaged triple-D, there is nothing worse than bra-shopping. Cute bras never come in your size—no polka dots, stripes, leopard-print, or lace.
Sir Walter Raleigh by Lee Guthrie
We listen to my father’s footsteps creak lightly across the floorboards overhead with the forced casualness of parents with young children.
Consequences by Michael Nixon
My four friends and I, all of us Marines, were looking for a secluded spot to get drunk, trudging up a path along a cliff that overlooked the Pacific Ocean
Who By Fire by Evelyn Krieger
This story begins with a lit match. Maybe it ends there, too.
