I haven’t attended Mass since before I got sick. It’s not that I’ve ever been a particularly religious person, but I did spend some time on the playground of the Catholic Church.
Armageddon by Lillian Brown
Charges by Klayton Kasperbauer
I stand over two grievously injured calves, rifle in hand⎯a lever-action .22, the only rifle we owned at the time⎯my younger brother at my side.
Americana by Sharmaine Ong
I’m picking at artificial tuna. Sticky grains of brown rice crumble beneath the prodding of my chopsticks.
Review: I’ll Tell You in Person by Chloe Caldwell
Chloe Caldwell once clogged Cheryl Strayed’s toilet. She also untangled Naomi Wolf’s jewelry.
Review: Tell It Short — A Guide to Writing Your Family History in Brief by Sharon DeBartolo Carmack
Most amateur genealogists manage something less than the accounting of Solomon Grundy, of English nursery rhyme fame. Assembling names and dates into a database…
Review — The World of Raymond Chandler: In His Own Words, edited by Barry Day
“This is not another biography of Raymond Chandler,” editor Barry Day asserts in the introduction to The World of Raymond Chandler: In His Own Words “…
In the Safety of a Three-Sided Box by Jennifer Fliss
In a large brick box, tiny figurines stand still in what looks to be a family setting. We have a kitchen: miniscule butcher knife, thumb-sized boxes of cereal, and even a fridge that opens and closes.
Asian Pears and Red Azaleas by Gwen Francis-Williams
There was no money. Not a dime to be found in any drawer, nothing overlooked in a coat pocket, no coins stuck in the corner of an old purse, not a hint of copper hiding under a couch cushion…
Butterfly by Magin LaSov Gregg
My mother makes no sound when the needle tip enters her skin. I expect her to cry, as I do, each time my pediatrician approaches me with a needle.
Recipe by Heart by Catherine Young
I received my Italian heritage through food – through a sauce that is thick, greasy, salty, and orange-colored. Put together so that no one flavor predominates.
