My father, not particularly a natural athlete or a sports fan for that matter, took to bowling. The game seemed to suit him like nothing else did.
The Loyal Order by Debbie Hemley
Category: Essays
Learning to Drive by William Hoffacker
I look over to my father’s seat, trying to see where his foot meets the gas pedal. His shorts end just above his knees, and his legs are covered in fur-like hairs that my own legs have only begun to sprout… I’m wondering how big you have to be before you can drive a car.
Up, Down by Kel Kennedy
Yesterday, you bought kitschy souvenirs in Chinatown. You rode—on the outside!—of a streetcar…Today, you are returning to the routine of your life in Louisville: to the day job, and the bills, and the being too busy to really write the way you want.
Bed Time by Amye Archer
The correct mattress is not about comfort, Nina informed us. It’s about support. Support isn’t always comfortable at first; it grows on you over time.
A Graveside Nuptial by Sean Finucane Toner
The streets in New Hope, Pennsylvania are tree-lined, the restaurants have charm, the engagement rings we finally choose are hand-crafted. But how closely does what I feel match what she sees?
Mea Culpa, Maria by Andrea Fox
The school year was well underway when you entered our tenth grade homeroom, hair first. We had never seen anything like it…
Riding in Emily Hackett’s Car by Elizabeth Webb
I was fascinated by the studied casualness of Emily’s look, and I longed to emulate it.
Rich Facts by Kate Levin
My mother and father died on the same day, eighteen years apart.
Asking Barry Questions by Nathan Evans
A couple of days ago, at an appropriate point – mid-morning, I think it was – I left my desk and my to do list and wandered over to the other side of the office.
Dirty Clothes by Roberta F. King
In the bottom drawer of a dresser in our bedroom I keep two Ziploc bags with some of Noah’s dirty clothes inside…
