A couple of days ago, at an appropriate point – mid-morning, I think it was – I left my desk and my to do list and wandered over to the other side of the office.
Asking Barry Questions by Nathan Evans
Category: Creative Nonfiction
My First Trip Truckin’ by Chris Cox
After three weeks of training, a period my classmates and I called Truck U., I had to pass two tests (written and driving) to earn a commercial driver’s license.
Separate Ways by Susanna Donato
We’re going into fifth grade. We’ll be the bosses of the school: I’m trained as a crossing guard, and I’m one of a few responsible fifth-grade girls who will cover the phone while the school secretary has lunch…
Dirty Clothes by Roberta F. King
In the bottom drawer of a dresser in our bedroom I keep two Ziploc bags with some of Noah’s dirty clothes inside…
Mayfly by Georgia Kreiger
From the time I was born until his death when I was thirteen, my father and I exchanged probably no more than a few hundred words.
Bread on the Grass by Linda C. Wisniewski
“We don’t throw away bread,” my mother said. She took a few quick steps to the metal trashcan near the kitchen sink and fished out the crusts inside.
Auto Mechanics by Jessica Hamilton
I awoke to the tilting sensation you get when somebody sits on your bed. I rolled over and blinked until my vision worked through the darkness to my father, who sat there in his blue work shirt and jeans, grinning the soft grin he saved for his daughters.
Talking to Jacob on a Type 2 Day by Thomas Michael Duncan
Jacob had a brown mop of hair and a round figure. I figured him to be ten years old. He had that ten-year-old smell, like cheese crackers mixed with unbridled curiosity. And then something amazing happened. Jacob read my mind.
Driving Home by Risa Nye
My hands grip the steering wheel at 10 and 2, my eyes focus on the road, but my mind reels back through the years to seventh grade when holding hands was a big deal.
Long Time Gone: September 27, 2010 by Sheila Grace Stuewe
Instead of funding my 401K, I invest in concert tickets…. I know it seems absurd to spend money to find a way to escape from it. But I’m doing it anyway.
