These winter days I expend energy fooling myself into thinking I’m content. That I enjoy it, the oppressive dark, the bitter cold.
Winter Soliloquy by Kelly Fig Smith
Category: Creative Nonfiction
Light Therapy by Helen Collins Sitler
During the first summer of widowhood, I took refuge at the back of the house, in the prism of flowers that bloomed up the hillside…
Lost in Time by Jenna Dorian
My mother sat behind me in a chair, probably wearing her purple jacket and probably covered with a blanket, but I can’t quite remember. And then I heard her. “Where is little Jenna?”
Jewel Thief by Hannah Austin
There’s an old adage in AA that, before embarking on a romantic relationship, recovering addicts should get a houseplant….
in the fall of 2015 everything was bernie sanders and motion city soundtrack and nothing hurt by Alex Brown
…so we kick our checkered Vans into the back of the closet and add each other on LinkedIn.
My Old Kentucky Cocaine Haircut by Richard Stuecker
As I wound down the mountains, I discovered new layers and depths of misery caused by addiction…
Northbound by Wendy Fontaine
Follow the three-lane highway through the southern part of the state. Be patient when it narrows to just two.
The Science That Set Me Free by Kerry Benson
He stares not because I am different from his son, but because I am the same.
How to Sleep in an Airport by Jenny O’Connell
If you have a sleeping bag, you are lucky. If you don’t, make one out of a scarf and a pair of shorts…
What Happened to the Dishes in the Divorce by Ann Vallee
…there were dishes sorted and stacked into piles: those I would keep, and those I would not.
