My dad didn’t just want to play the flugelhorn, he wanted to perform on Carnegie stage; he didn’t simply tell his grandchildren bedtime stories, he self-published …
Written in Bone by Laura Spielvogel
Category: Essays
Why I Have Refrained From Burning Them by Caroline Praderio
These journals have been the friend who never rolls her eyes … the arms of my mother when she is far away.
Post. Wait. Delete. by Amy Braziller
Choose a picture, a flattering one, one that shows you smiling, hopeful…
Finding Rich in the Gulf of Alaska by John Unger
My heels were pressed into the mattress, and I was pushing against the headboard. A voice downstairs was calling my name …
Patagonia by T Nicole Cirone
…you had come up with a “safe word”—a word that, when used, was to stop whatever petty conflict was stirring immediately…
Human Interest by Jennifer Ochstein
Once rescue workers pulled the body from the water and motored it to shore on a small boat, they hoisted it onto a gurney and covered it with a white sheet that soaked up the water and clung to its outline.
Stitching the Womb by Pamela Ramos Langley
Without hesitation she asks me how many children I have. I feel caught in a lie. I fumble through an explanation about no kids, wished for them, late second marriage, didn’t happen.
Women and Children First by Michael Soloway
They say I knew you before I was born. The sound of your voice. The music you play from vinyl records—The Andrew Sisters, Dean Martin, Etta James. The light of your cigarette.
The Book of Favorites by Julie Marie Wade
My father is traveling again, and my mother is sewing his shirts while a game show blares on TV. I stand by her chair, sifting through the jar of buttons. “Did you need something?” she asks.
I Am Here by Nancy Devine
We’re not the first people to work this 20-acre tract of Minnesota land we bought in May 2011. There’s abundant evidence of human activity… But has anyone tried to raise crops here?
