My wife glumly watched a video of the Sierras on fire … It was the second summer in a row we would have to ditch a late summer trip to because of wildfires.
The Road Less: John Huston, Blue-Footed Boobies and Me by Tom Molanphy
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
Red Wings 2017, or In Defense of Suicide by Cal Freeman
Tom Mazur took a picture of a length of empty bar inside Donovan’s, a relative shithole in Southwest Detroit … and posted the pic to Facebook and Instagram with the caption: “What a waste of time!”
Always Believe, Love Santa by Kelly Jean Fitzsimmons
I quit my job of ten years after seeing the third Night at the Museum movie because I once met Santa Claus and Robin Williams on the same day at Disney World.
The Police Officer’s Wife by Melissa Knackmuhs Kiefer
You weigh 214 lbs. Your bulletproof vest weighs 4 lbs. and 5 oz. Your duty belt weighs 14 lbs. and 13 oz. Some days, I want to know the weight of all the things you carry.
Letting Go: In Her Words by Lea Page
In theory, my husband and I supported the idea of Nina going away to school. The confines of our small rural town had become stifling for her… But was she ready?
Shells by Chris Arthur
Two photographs of my Uncle Tony are the obvious place to begin. One shows him in an open grave with another man. In the second, he’s being embraced by a vampire.
Card Catalogues by Marcia Bradley
My daughter Frances is a reader. Not that she’d appreciate me telling you this. She doesn’t like me to categorize her. Even though saying someone is a reader should be good. Right? It’s not like saying she’s a thief.
A Member of the Family by Morgan Smith
When he withdraws his right hand from the can, I see that it’s Cholo, one of the more dangerous mental patients and he has a blue plastic Gillette razor.
Big Sky Mind by Emilie Rohrbach
…here I was as the plane ascended, a 33-year-old, hunched over on my knees and harnessed to Don, a man who is supposedly in the Guinness Book of World Records for the most jumps out of an airplane…
Mind Readers and Marble Orchards by Lasher Lane
At the wake, smoking was considered fine near the living, but thoughtless and disrespectful near the dead, so my grandmother and her sisters took a cigarette break in the downstairs lounge.
