I was a mishmash of two worlds, a social experiment in a locale where “different” did not come up very often. My dark hair stood out in a sea of blonde.
Easter Eggs: Spring 1977 by Shaila Kapoor
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
Roe v. Wade by Lois Bassen
I crossed streets to find a grocery store, all the while imagining myself slipping in front of an oncoming truck. I wiped snow out of my eyes with tears, thinking at least that way my mother would never have to know about the forty days.
Trout by Ray Scanlon
Which was better: fishing with my grandfather or fishing with my grandson? I spent blissful days devoting all my spare neurons to contemplating the question, aided by the occasional mug of Laphroaig.
Bubby by Ali McCart
I am grateful for the distance between my home in Oregon and his delusions in Idaho.
Demanding This by Jessica Bryant Klagmann
… it’s the only place I could find diesel, standing in a sweatshirt when it’s thirty below, standing there without gloves on and pumping the fuel into a red gasoline jug.
White Trash by Claudia Geagan
Mother had developed her muscles in red tasseled boots as the majorette for her high school band and lifting heavy trays in her parents’ restaurant. Lucretia developed hers picking cotton and carrying firewood.
The Mystery That Makes Me Cry by Jane Hoppen
My father is frozen in space, iced over, and I wonder what happens inside of him, where the blood still runs warm.
The Urn by Robert Isenberg
It’s astonishing that so much life can fit into a little jar.
Heroes Mean Nothing; They Never Keep Warm by Shae Krispinsky
I left my small valley-town-dirt-road Pennsylvania for the heat of the city, the humidity viscous on my skin. My fathers had to be here somewhere.
Pile Driving, Poetry and Poultry by Sangamithra Iyer
I was 26 years old; the same age my father was when he arrived in America in 1969 with seventy-five cents in his pocket. It was my first birthday without him
