I was the kind of nine year old who proudly invited my best friend over to Dad’s place without taking into consideration that most kids my age did not have fathers like mine.
Category: August 2014
A Gun Story by A. A. Weiss
The jolt of cold left me and sleepiness returned… In the corner of the room one of the eighth graders, Vladimir, was threatening to spray a girl with a black water pistol.
Birayshul by Dawn S. Davies
My three children, whom I birthed, look nothing like me, thank goodness. I am a six footer, WASP-y, with a long face, a crooked nose, and histrionic hair…
The Inland Empire by Adriana Gonzalez
You slid a daisy stem behind your ear. We were fifteen, and you were well, and your bangs were always in your face.
Holy Basil by Debra Levy
Obsessive-compulsive disorder is sometimes described as a hiccup, or loop, in the brain. Instead of thoughts moving smoothly one to the next, a person with OCD gets stuck on a “bad,” or threatening thought…
I’ve Got This by Caleb Owens
As a six foot, four inch man who weighs two-hundred and thirty-five pounds and used to be able to bench two-hundred and fifty, I’ve got this.
What Cheeseburgers Look Like in Kansas by Katie O’Neill
I don’t know why I thought the drive from Indiana to California with my boyfriend, Matt, and his sister’s cats would be fun.
A Tripp Family Strike by Clancy Tripp
There are about ten days each year that the Tripp family spends all together. This, generally agreed upon by the Trapp family, is enough to last us the other 355.
Seized by Pamela Emigh-Murphy
I saw my dead sister sipping coffee early in the morning at Grand Central Station. I was scrambling for the train that would take me to Lexington and 52nd when I saw her leaning on the granite newel of the East Balcony staircase…
Butterfly Kaddish by Iris Anixter
Hiking long ago along Paradise’s flowering meadows, I found a broken-winged butterfly stuck to the spring mud.