Category: May-June 2019

How to Sleep in an Airport by Jenny O’Connell

If you have a sleeping bag, you are lucky. If you don’t, make one out of a scarf and a pair of shorts…

…there were dishes sorted and stacked into piles: those I would keep, and those I would not.

“Oh, the boys, forget it. The boys loved their drink. I don’t know when that started.”

It’s a fall afternoon in 1971, and all forty of us in grade 4-A of the Odessa School #37 are ordered to get our coats and line up…

He rode his bicycle through the dark and quiet streets armed with a whistle.

My dad is a saver, that breed who knows how to conserve money, and one of his ways is by saving power.

A tornado dream for the first time in years. I used to dream of tornadoes repeatedly; they varied in size, some small as ponies, some as big as god.

What I remember most about being sick with brain inflammation is the stillness that stretched on for months.

I’ve never been a great editor. I work hard on my first draft. It’s tough to cut those carefully crafted sentences and judiciously selected words.

The mundane becomes a miracle when I look at the world through travelers’ eyes.

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