Without hesitation she asks me how many children I have. I feel caught in a lie. I fumble through an explanation about no kids, wished for them, late second marriage, didn’t happen.
Stitching the Womb by Pamela Ramos Langley
Category: Most Memorable
Our Most Memorable program was sunset in spring 2019; please enjoy viewing the archived stories tagged with “most memorable” of each issue.
Fits and Starts by Matthew Zanoni Müller
The first couple years we were in America I refused to leave the house without my parents or at least my older brother.
Laughing in Navajo: My Journey to the Rez by Dorothy Brooks
I’d plopped myself down almost two-thousand miles from my snug Midwestern life on a sight-unseen Navajo Reservation in the Four Corners area of northwest New Mexico.
Wash Me Clean by Cathy A. E. Bell
She refuses to bathe anymore. Gram stinks of aged urine and dirty clothes, her greasy hair stuck to the side of her head.
A Walk by Cloe Axelson
The first decision they make is whether to turn right or left out the front door. Bodie always wants to go left, to the grassy vacant lot that doubles as a park, but he doesn’t make the decisions.
Sweating the Sweater by Jim Gray
It’s not that pink is inherently bad. I just see pink as the marijuana of colors, the gateway hue to the harder addictions of princess obsession and vanity.
Blazer by Camille Griep
When we bought the Blazer, it was a kind of joke…Caught between city lives we loved and the country lives we’d been born into, we were torn between being the sort of people who owned a vehicle like that and people who scorned people who owned a vehicle like that.
Jazz is the Root by Angie M. Chatman
There are three safe topics that I can talk about with my dad – the law, downhill skiing, and jazz. The first two are of interest solely to him, but the last we share.
Confessions of a Nervous Child by Robert Weinberger
I am certain that my photo will end up on the front page of the New York Daily News … with the tabloid headline, Sixth Grader, Slain. And underneath, a smaller headline, Body Found in Dryer.
Roe v. Wade by Lois Bassen
I crossed streets to find a grocery store, all the while imagining myself slipping in front of an oncoming truck. I wiped snow out of my eyes with tears, thinking at least that way my mother would never have to know about the forty days.
