My father knew his clients’ bodies intimately. He knew whose shoulders sloped, who had one leg longer than the other, and whose neck was disproportionately large.
Measuring Up by Aileen Hunt
Category: Essays
Like Butterfly Wings by Donna Patrick
My fifteen year old nervously explains how suicidal thoughts have been playing out in her head, sometimes with a rescuer finding her in time…
The Perfect Storm by Alex Barbolish
We huddled under blankets on an old couch while my mother read to us as the wind lashed the house…
Good Girls Don’t by Emily Hipchen
When I shift in my seat, the light dims and goes out. The backseat curves around me like a can; he moves his right leg and the cuff of his pants brushes my ankle.
The Only Child by Jayne Martin
“Terminal” was the word the doctors used, a term my then 19-year-old mind could not attach – refused to attach – to the often fraught, single mother…
Makin’ Dirty Dishes by Jody Keisner
His picture didn’t interest me… What I fell for instantly was the sexiness that oozed from his words.
Smoking Dreams by George Dila
I have not quit. I have made no such bold, unequivocal commitment. That I have not smoked in twenty-five years does not mean that I will never smoke another one.
Cow Love (L’amour vache) by Dale Roche
I wanted to sit outside and sneak a smoke. I was sneaking smokes again, which is pretty silly, since you smoke like a fiend…
Wakefield by Doug Thiele
It was my yearly escape; absentminded travel, hunting old books and indelible images of Virginiana.
A Love Letter to Sarah by Ryan Rydzewski
I was slick and sandy and sweating a rotten tropical sweat, trying to put sharks and jellyfish out of my mind as we waded in the piss-warm water.
