My son runs into the living room. He wears the tuxedo he received last Christmas, the cuffs now high above his wrists. It’s New Year’s Eve, and I keep an eye on the clock.
A New Year by Curtis Smith
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
Brotherly Love by Joseph Edwin Haeger
My friend Dan texted me to ask if I remembered Sid. I replied, “Of course I remembered Sid. Why?”
A First Job by Nathan Leslie
My father gave me my first real job. I was happy to accept the grace of nepotism.
Deceptions by Bryce Journey
I worked at the Dakota Watch Company because Stacy was cute.
Dear Phillies by Eileen Cunniffe
I know the deadline for applications for Ballgirl positions for the 2012 season has long since passed…
The Multihyphenated Author by Thomas Larson
Scrolling through Yahoo’s online finance page, I stumble on this purple headline: “A U.S. Debt Crisis Is On Its Way.”
Any Good News? by Carol Feiner
The old ladies sit and wait to die. While they are waiting they might play Bingo or have their hair done, but do not be fooled. What they really want to do is die.
Passed Over by Alicia Hendley
I tell Joel that I’m late and ask him if I should go get a test. I watch as the meaning of what I just said moves across his eyes, darkening them. He tells me to wait a few days. He says he’s not ready to hear the answer.
If You Could Explain It by Patty Somlo
It won’t happen again for a thousand years, the article said. That was enough for me to set the alarm for fifteen minutes before four on a Saturday, even though Richard and I were warm under the hand-sewn quilt, in a cabin whose walls gave off the aroma of wood smoke.
An Image of My Father by Charles B. Snoad
My therapist told me in one of our first sessions that children internalize the voices of their parents. Our decisions are directly influenced by what Mommy and Daddy told us about ourselves. That’s why I was in therapy in the first place…
