As the new kid in our small-town 1930s neighborhood, I noticed an unexplained smell in the air at suppertime.
Something in the Air by Anne Fox
Category: Essays
Jake by Karen Zey
Seven-year-old Jake arrives at school on the bus, a storm brewing on his face. Watching him from the school bus zone, I recognize the pattern.
Consistency by Christi Craig
The last time I saw my mother, we stood in my sister’s kitchen, surrounded by the smell of celery sautéed in a pound of butter.
Triage Teacher by Patricia Dubrava
The kids call the room “the meat locker.” It’s the only academic classroom in the basement…
Is Danger My Middle Name? by Lee Stoops
I have stopped my motorcycle – killed the engine and jumped from it…Something on the road has grabbed my attention and my adrenaline floods
Charlie the Couch Takes the Final Plunge by Claire Asbury
We, the girls, had discovered Charlie – and christened him such – at the start of sophomore year of college.
Wet, Dead Leaves by Shannon Fandler
Sean Dell was not like the other English majors at my small and not particularly diverse Catholic college. For one, he was older than most students..
Honorary Sister by Kevin Scott Phillips
I’ve never been what you would call manly. I’m short, kind of nerdy, never particularly athletic, unless you count a one-time, third-place finish in a regional Ping-Pong tournament…
The Fig Thief by Rachel Blumenfeld
I visited Papa several times a day, sneaking him small cups of black coffee and pints of Haagen-Dazs chocolate ice cream.
Vanishing: The Anxiety of Geography & Genetics by Leslie Tucker
I smile like a mannequin, swallow the lump in my throat, yearning to squeeze him, fly him through the air … Gus, however, is digital, untouchable.
