At midnight, I sat, thirteen years old, curled into a ball inside the front door, waiting for the sound of Dad’s car in the driveway.
Still by Stephanie Andersen
Category: June 2016
Shame by Judy Kronenfeld
My father’s eyes stayed closed. Standing behind him, as he lay in his narrow bed, I stroked his warm, almost hairless scalp.
The Laundromat by Sandra Gail Lambert
I’ve known for all my Laundromat years to never smile at anyone or to catch an eye…
Memorial Day Weekend 2015 by Irving A. Greenfield
It’s a beautiful pre-summer’s day with the temperature going to the mid-eighties. A welcome relief after a harsh winter and a spring that was more like autumn.
Beautiful by Jody Kennedy
“You’ll be living here with five other nuns,” said Sister Helena. She opened the apartment door and we entered a dark hallway.
Ineligible by Michael David Todorovich
I sat crying in front of a receptionist in pink scrubs. No. Crying isn’t the right word. Crying is something you do at the end of a sad movie.
The Hall by Darryl Graff
Way up in the Bronx is the Emerald, a broken-down old Irish bar…around the corner from the American Legion Hall where the plasterers’ monthly union meetings are held.
The Sparrow’s Nest by Emily Rich
Mom started disappearing around the time I entered third grade: not all the time, just every once in awhile, every six weeks or so.
Gun-Sitting by Sue Repko
It was a Saturday morning … and I was in a community art school, awaiting the arrival of a handful of seventh-grade students in the fledgling PILOT program—Pottstown Influential Leaders of Tomorrow.
Interview: Jamie Brickhouse, author of Dangerous When Wet: A Memoir of Booze, Sex, and My Mother
Jamie, a native of Beaumont, Texas, spent nearly two decades working on the other side of the business—as a book publicist for major houses and now as a speaker’s agent—before becoming an author himself.
