In the bottom drawer of a dresser in our bedroom I keep two Ziploc bags with some of Noah’s dirty clothes inside…
Dirty Clothes by Roberta F. King
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
Bread on the Grass by Linda C. Wisniewski
“We don’t throw away bread,” my mother said. She took a few quick steps to the metal trashcan near the kitchen sink and fished out the crusts inside.
Auto Mechanics by Jessica Hamilton
I awoke to the tilting sensation you get when somebody sits on your bed. I rolled over and blinked until my vision worked through the darkness to my father, who sat there in his blue work shirt and jeans, grinning the soft grin he saved for his daughters.
Talking to Jacob on a Type 2 Day by Thomas Michael Duncan
Jacob had a brown mop of hair and a round figure. I figured him to be ten years old. He had that ten-year-old smell, like cheese crackers mixed with unbridled curiosity. And then something amazing happened. Jacob read my mind.
Driving Home by Risa Nye
My hands grip the steering wheel at 10 and 2, my eyes focus on the road, but my mind reels back through the years to seventh grade when holding hands was a big deal.
Long Time Gone: September 27, 2010 by Sheila Grace Stuewe
Instead of funding my 401K, I invest in concert tickets…. I know it seems absurd to spend money to find a way to escape from it. But I’m doing it anyway.
Rocking My Baby by Nancy Davis Kho
From the moment the baby was born, music took a backseat to nursing pads, sleep training and nasal aspirators.
Stone Cold Fox by Melanie Malinowski
I love Steven Tyler. He sucks the marrow out of my bones. I liquefy, burn. I would crawl 10 miles over broken glass to lie naked in his shadow.
I Hate Your Favorite Band by Fred Osuna
…it’s possible to like both the Beatles and the Stones, you know.
Grey Seal by MT Cozzola
Last night I met up with an old song. It had been years, but we recognized each other on sight.
