My weary body is cradled in old cotton sheets in a home that rests on Californian land, where my maternal grandparents settled because, to them, New York was inhospitable in climate and temperament. Long ago, my mother ...
The Legends of Los Angeles by Taylor Harrison
LAR Online, Nonfiction
This morning I was a bird. My sparrow whined for me like I was her mama. House sparrows are cavity nesters, and this one is no exception. She snuggled in my palm and fell back asleep. We are one and the same, this bird ...
Today I Was A Bird by Aimee Seiff Christian
LAR Online, Nonfiction
My grandmother’s favorite food is tortilla soup, but I’ve learned not to order it for her. My family has searched far and wide, from fine-dining restaurants, Americanized “Mexican” restaurant chains, to the ...
La Marcha Adelante Es También La Marcha Fuera by Jacob Tan
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Aspen leaves flutter to the still-green grass as our youngest child, Teddy, rambles through the yard, whacking the tree’s silvery trunk and mushrooms, sprung after a rare Wyoming rain, and our raspberry bushes, their ...
Yellow by Anemone Beaulier
LAR Online, Nonfiction
A few months after I acknowledged my time to bear children was almost up, my sister and her husband announced their pregnancy. As we stood in her Los Feliz dining room, my parents and I hugged twenty-seven-year-old Tessa ...
My Supporting Role as a Childless Mother of Two by Chelsey Drysdale
LAR Online, Nonfiction
As an exercise in mind over matter and decoupling fear from fervor, I shaved my head right after I finished another four months of grotesque chemo as an attempt to even the playing field. Did you know that there’s ...
Regrowth by Judith Cooper
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Can You See Me?
An Essay on Disguise and Reinvention
Chameleons have always fascinated me—how they vanish into their surrounding, flickering between a catalogue of selves. They are one of nature’s most magical ...
Can You See Me? by Abbigail N. Rosewood
LAR Online, Nonfiction
The Pillows used to be a big part of my life. That sounds too small, even now, when I no longer listen to them, when the old MP3s sit buried in an external hard drive I haven’t touched in years. Back then—high school ...
Like a Love Song by E.P. Tuazon
LAR Online, Nonfiction
There is history along Ventura Boulevard, ghosts.
The gusts of the Santa Anas blow in from the northwest and cut through what was once the famed El Camino Real trading route. Thick, murderous winds, inciting higher ...
Ghost Cats by Jordan Guevara
LAR Online, Nonfiction, Uncategorized
