T.J. Maxx is not necessarily the type of place where you expect to encounter moments of searing emotional honesty with complete strangers.
Life and Death at the T.J. Maxx by Anna Anderson
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
Gender Rolls: An Academic How-to-Skate Guide for Girls by Lexi Castiglione
Newcomers are not entertained. This notion will dawn on you gracelessly when the Tony Hawk decal on your deck beckons…wheezing laughter….
A Note is Passed by Jodi Sh. Doff
Written in ink, on a piece of lined paper, ripped out of a spiral notebook, folded seven times, tucked twice into itself, the way we all did in junior high….
The Paddle by Alan N. Yount
My father, in his construction worker dark blue pants and shirt, bends over the bandsaw, shaping a block of pine into a paddle….
Body by Andrea Tate
“Body” is baby-blue hand-knit blanket. She is female. She is a member of the family just like the dog.
The Good Creche by Anne Moul
We were staunch Episcopalians, so church and nativity scenes were at the center of our celebration.
Be Kind, Rewind by Ed Doerr
As a high school junior, I owned more than fifteen-hundred movies on videocassette.
Ticket to Ride by Gail Griffin
“You saw the Beatles?” I did. “For four dollars?” Which my mother paid. “How old were you?” Fourteen at the concert.
What to Keep by Cindy Carlson
The shredder’s appetite is insatiable. The more I feed it, the more it whines.
Fragments by Maria Browning
In my bedroom there is a bright blue plastic bin that holds the ashes of five dogs….
