Tbilisi in August is muggy even with the windows wide open, and the drawback to having the windows open is the noise.
Guns and Dogs by Stuart Gelzer
Category: Memoir
Our archive of past pieces that are part of a larger work of creative nonfiction. Note that as of 2021 we no longer categorize pieces as “memoir.” We use only “essay” and flash” now. We kept this in our menu for historical purposes.
Song Collectors by Stuart Gelzer
Getting from Tbilisi to the lowland Gurian town of Chokhatauri is easy, just a matter of taking our lives in our sweating hands on the pot-holed two-lane east-west national highway…
The Sky Turns Blue and the Sun Appears by Janna Leyde
“Look at those tits.” I was wearing … a cornflower-blue Ann Taylor dress made of soft, jersey cotton. The dress was hardly form-fitting, and nothing about it invited the usage of tits.
The Physicist by Shiv Dutta
As a teenager growing up in a small town in northern India, I was enthralled by the romantic visions of the accomplishments of Einstein, Bohr, Heisenberg, Planck, and the host of physicists who had changed our understanding of the physical universe and its inner workings.
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.
First Crossing: Nogales, 1971 by Robert Richter
I was looking to get lost in a new and different land, abandoning my own country’s chaos, and Redmond was a poet out to record the roadside scenes of American sorrow in the Seventies.
Kill Me First by Karen Olivia Peck
I’d never imagined that being a caregiver would encourage me to be such a liar, but I find I’m quite good at it.
A Theory of Longing By a Scientist at Midlife by Carey Bagdassarian
Dressed in July in a three-piece suit no longer in fashion even in the Old Country, my great uncle simply shuffled, hardly pausing, from one painting to the next while muttering the painter’s name.
Kitten Sack by Michele Leavitt
The door to her two-and-a-half rooms had been left unlocked in the night, and someone had left a crisp brown grocery sack beside her bed.
Seek and Find by Lori Jakiela
The pediatrician wears cartoon ties. His hair is spiked. His eyes are big and round. He looks like a boy-man.
