Ming joined our English conversation course, already in progress, when she first came to New York City. Twenty adult English language learners and me, their U.S. born teacher.
Cristina’s World by Debra L. Eder
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
My First Flight by Ted Duke
I was six, going on seven, when my brother, Nelson, came home on leave for Thanksgiving in 1943. World War II was in full swing. He was a Lieutenant Junior Grade in the U. S. Navy and a designated Naval Aviator. … I wanted to be just like him.
Still by Stephanie Andersen
At midnight, I sat, thirteen years old, curled into a ball inside the front door, waiting for the sound of Dad’s car in the driveway.
Beautiful by Jody Kennedy
“You’ll be living here with five other nuns,” said Sister Helena. She opened the apartment door and we entered a dark hallway.
Ineligible by Michael David Todorovich
I sat crying in front of a receptionist in pink scrubs. No. Crying isn’t the right word. Crying is something you do at the end of a sad movie.
Where Houses Once Stood by Carina Sitkus
They’re beautiful; they’re old. Some are abandoned. They all have a story I wish I knew. I’m always tempted to step inside.
Holding the Plank by Craig Reinbold
I grew up wearing Husky-brand jeans. I once cried to my mom that I was the fattest kid in the third grade.
Radical Chic by John Picard
The Georgetown apartment was full of liberals with deep pockets. It was Washington D.C.’s version of “Radical Chic.”
Red Rabbit by Robert W. Fieseler
He was waiting for the streetcar and seemed familiar to me because I’d dreamt about someone like him the night before.
Where Do You Go From Alston Street? by Kat Moore
Peanut hands me three white pills. She says it will help. She says better than nothing. … she says this is my needle, don’t set yours down, I got AIDS.
