JAWS. I clutched my stomach as though the word itself had taken a bite out of me. My father planned to take us to see the actual Jaws, the shark that terrorized a nation.
Lining Up to be a Hot Lunch by Hayley LeMay
Category: Issues
Call of the Canyon by Stacey Balkun
Travel-weary and craving the mystical, we asked the ranger about this quiet area, south of the more popular Grand Canyon. Were there any good hikes nearby?
Song Collectors by Stuart Gelzer
Getting from Tbilisi to the lowland Gurian town of Chokhatauri is easy, just a matter of taking our lives in our sweating hands on the pot-holed two-lane east-west national highway…
The Life of a Houseplant by Matt Berman
… my houseplant has been through a lot. It’s a seven-year-old jade, and it’s never lived in any house longer than five months before having to move again.
Review: Wave by Sonali Deraniyagala
“They are my world. How do I make them dead?” This is Sonali Deraniyagala’s thought after losing her husband Steve, their two sons, and her parents to a tsunami.
Craft: Getting to There by Risa Nye
Every story, every essay we write is a journey. It starts here, goes along for a while, and ends where we say it ends. But what if we start this journey with no idea where it’s going?
Editor’s Notes: Buckle Up, the July 2013 Road Trip Edition is Here
My family always drove by car. Road trips were the only kind of vacation I knew. Surviving out of a cooler (often making sandwiches with soggy American cheese) and making the most of time with Road Bingo and other car games.
The Sky Turns Blue and the Sun Appears by Janna Leyde
“Look at those tits.” I was wearing … a cornflower-blue Ann Taylor dress made of soft, jersey cotton. The dress was hardly form-fitting, and nothing about it invited the usage of tits.
Jazz is the Root by Angie M. Chatman
There are three safe topics that I can talk about with my dad – the law, downhill skiing, and jazz. The first two are of interest solely to him, but the last we share.
I Have to Tell You Something by Laurie Easter
Standing behind the Green Gables Elementary School library with my best friend, Marnie. “There is something I have to tell you.” … Marnie missed gymnastics the day the team was told.
