I am five. My mother has picked me up from school after her lunch shift at the restaurant. She smells like cooking oil, sliced fish, and soy sauce.
Arizabesu by Elizabeth Miki Brina
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Enough by Robert Weinberger
My father is the wisest man in the world. Children say things like this all the time, but in my case it’s true.
2016 Contest Open: The Remember in November Contest for Creative Nonfiction has a $1,000 Grand Prize
It’s contest time! Hippocampus Magazine is giving away more than $1,200 in cash and prizes this November in our sixth annual creative writing contest, the Remember in November Contest for Creative Nonfiction.
Winner Announced in the 2015 Remember in November Contest for Creative Nonfiction
Guest judge J. Michael Lennon said it best: “Impressive and moving sextet of creative nonfiction stories; each has its own singular merit. Very difficult to pick a winner.”
2015 Remember in November Contest for Creative Nonfiction Open for Submissions, $1000 Grand Prize: Writing Contest Deadline Sept. 30
Hippocampus Magazine is giving away more than $1,200 in cash and prizes this November in our fifth annual Remember in November Contest for Creative Nonfiction.
Lessons in Sign by Jennifer Alise Drew
We leave the car in a narrow spot along the shoulder of Highway 1 and slide the boy into the red backpack, careful as we work his long legs through the seat…
Variations on Prayer by Sophie Lucido Johnson
They are a parade of stringless, impossibly fast kites; so kaleidoscopic that a sighting conjures questions of hallucination.
Another Version of Us by Suzanne Farrell Smith
It’s raining when we exit Saks on 49th and Fifth, so I pull umbrellas from my tote. The walk sign blinks, and I move quickly. He blocks my way.
How to Attend an Indian Funeral by Allison Williams
The color of mourning is white. Not knowing you were going to a funeral, your violet Punjabi dress will have to do.
The Grand Hotel Mackinac Island by Thomas Gibbs
… a nurse had shown me a cancer kid’s crayon drawing. “See that little blue car down there at the bottom of the hospital the child drew? That’s your car.”
