I don’t really want to be doing this, and if I could stop writing this very second I would. It started like this: I was …
A Memoir of Boredom by Aparna Datey
“I’m bored, Mom.” My twelve-year-old daughter, Mita, spat out the words. I knew this was a prelude to the next question, and it came predictably …
Before He Leaves Again by Jerri Sparks
“Where do you go when you die?” I was driving my son down the road on Christmas evening a few years ago. He’d just gotten …
It’s No Myth by Jennifer Kathleen Gibbons
You knew you wanted to be a writer when you read Nancy Drew in your backyard with the Go-Go’s playing on KFRC, a jar of jelly …
The Blueness of the Sky by Malinda Dunlap Fillingim
My hands do not tremble as I thought they would. They remain steady on the steering wheel of my 1969 VW Bug, a car I …
Our Intruder by Julia Nunnally Duncan
That Sunday night in 1966, when I was nine, my father, mother, thirteen-year-old brother, and I watched The Ed Sullivan Show in our dark front …
Earrings by Chelsea Schott
Denton, Texas. 1982 There are two pair though I was only promised one. The pair I was promised are tiny figures of Tweety Bird …
Pretty Little Girl by Chelsea Schott
Denton, Texas. 1981 David is our neighbor. A renter from across the street, tucked in a garage apartment. A man of averages: middle height, beer …
The Favor by Priscilla Bourgoine
For months I avoided the fitness center. I didn’t want to run into Faith who worked there. She had lost her son five years before. …