Italian grandmothers certainly did not smoke. They cooked elaborate meals on Sundays. … Smoking was for gin mills, not ladies in house dresses.
They Had Three Daughters by Andrea Della Monica
Category: March 2016
Ice Breaker by Lisa Laughlin
None of us should be alive right now, you know. This is how the story begins. It is my father who tells me this story…
Perpetual Care by Mary Ann Bragg
There’s an old, neglected smallpox cemetery in the national park in my town that you have to know someone who knows someone who knows where it is…
The Great Unknown by Samuel Chamberlain
They call these divorce boats, Jim says from the passenger seat, referring to the canoe strapped to the car’s roof.
Nogales by Amanda J. Crawford
Don’t think about germs as you grip the gray carousel gate into Mexico. Consider why you didn’t bring hand sanitizer. Consider whether considering makes you racist.
I Am Strong Because She Needs Me by Steph Auteri
“DO NOT HAVE CHILDREN,” one commenter pleaded after the piece went live. I imagined her down on her knees, white-knuckled, clutching the hem of my pajama top …
Shame Shame by Nicole Breit
Raindrops pelt your umbrella like pebbles. It’s October, late afternoon, a charcoal sky. We’re standing an inch apart; you’re shivering.
Hair of the Dog by Kelly Shire
When David Lee Roth drops his voice low to growl about the road and the heat and reaching between his legs to ease the seat back, I listen hard, so hard I’m there, speeding on a two-lane desert highway at dusk when the air goes silky and I see myself, steering with my knees, one…
A Lack of Buoyancy by Bonnie Losak
One hundred and thirty ten- and eleven-year-olds piled onto three Greyhound buses that bounce and jolt their way north on I-95, heading for Orlando.
The Egregious Faux Pas of a Film Studio Intern by Genevieve Anna Tyrrell
“It’s my youth. It’s my idealism. It’s my mouth. It’s my lady parts, which undeniably make me the minority in the room. I should’ve known my place.”
