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I lie on the couch in the living room and feel a deep sense of shame, because I’ve increased our debt by getting sick.
By Doug CrandellNovember 2018Daniela can’t stand Lisa. Exactly why, I’m not sure. I can see her criticizing Lisa, who is her boss, but Daniela’s anger goes well beyond mere criticism. I suspect her rage stems in part from their age difference.
By J. Malcolm GarciaNovember 2018That year, all our fathers had died or were getting ready to, and they were not taking it well, that is for sure.
By Meighan L. SharpOctober 2018That this trip isn’t the stupidest thing he’ll ever do / That they won’t drive one mile before she asks, Where are we going? three times / That she’ll ask why can’t she drive anymore
By Michael MarkOctober 2018Brother Sends Mysterious Text (And Woman’s Life Changes Overnight) / How To Drink Your Way Through The First Few Days Of Mourning / Looking For Last-Minute Airfare Deals From Las Vegas To Cleveland?
By Cindy KingOctober 2018It is one thing to be bad with money when you have it, and quite another to be bad with it when you don’t. My mother gave away what little she had, mostly because she had been taught that every poor person she met was the Lord in disguise, testing her love.
By Doug CrandellOctober 2018The morning after my fourth-grade teacher / taught my class about the Holocaust / (how Christians like Mom were safe, Jews / like Dad were sent to camps in cattle cars)
By Emily SernakerSeptember 2018As Lee immersed himself in these families’ daily lives, he witnessed tender interactions that ran counter to stereotypes of Black men as indifferent or absent fathers. Despite challenging financial and personal circumstances, the men Lee encountered were “loving, present, and responsible fathers,” he says, who worked hard to provide for and nurture their children.
By Zun LeeSeptember 2018This man could have been my rapist, but he looked too nice. He had thick, wavy hair, like a movie star from the seventies, and a jawbone that could take out your eye. I hung my feet over the edge of the roof and let myself slide into his arms.
By Jessica Anya BlauAugust 2018When my brother was twelve, I found six mice nailed to the wall of the abandoned tree house in the woods near our apartment. He spent a lot of time there. It seemed to me the little mouse faces were frozen in agony. As though they’d been alive when he’d hammered the nails through them.
By J. MaysAugust 2018Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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