I comment to [my husband] how strange it is to me that our 14-year-old son, who eats almost anything and usually a lot of it, will not eat cereal.
Thin by Sabrina Lee
Category: Creative Nonfiction
Things Moms Say by Mary Roberson Wiygul
Today I found out my mother is not my real mom. Without any kind of introduction or apology, she just blurted it out.
Olfactory Adolescence: A Collection of Scented Memories by Walker Raigh
It’s what they tell you newborn baby girls are made of. Little arms and legs of bubble gum, who when unwrapped come with a pink, dusty residue…
Among Other Things, Fish by Christie Jenkins
Even here, a block back from the beach, the brisk breeze blowing in from the Pacific fills the air with the scent of seaweed and salt.
We’re Nowhere Near the End by Paul Crenshaw
The son stood across the small creek, 40 yards from the father. The father, 28 or 30, held a football, preparing to punt. I’ll say now the boy seemed tense.
Looking For Luke Skywalker by Penny Guisinger
Owen’s Star Wars Lego figures, sets, and pieces had been a constant moving currency between my house and my ex-husband’s across the four years since our divorce.
Canoe Medicine by Jenny Fleming
In March, a lower bunk in the freshman dorm. In April a bolted-down bed in the psych hospital. In May, the twin bed of my youth, back in my mother’s house.
God Waits in the Thunder by Lee Huttner
He waits in the summer-thunder, in the tremble and quake, the ecstatic eruption of rain, in the wetting and staining of dirt and roads.
Sounds by Rita Ciresi
Niantic, Willimantic. Pattagansett, Hammonasset. Naugatuck, Saugatuck, Aspetuck. Shetucket…. I am seven years old. Our second grade teacher makes us memorize the Connecticut rivers.
Waiting for the Coroner by Kate Washington
It turns out the coroner has a pamphlet to give the next of kin. It is a single trifold sheet, with the crooked wavy text of multiple generations of photocopying.
