
Sometimes her silences make me feel like I’m underwater, reaching upward through murky dark. My extended fingers reaching for a surface, trying to break through the invisible hydrogen bonds that separate air from sea.
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.