So, this is just college, says M, age 11. It is, I say, looking around at what I look around at all the time, especially the space where the historic sycamore used to be. All the ghosts, probably.
I can’t say I have ...
Votive by Mary Ann Samyn
Nonfiction
In the kitchen, your father mans the video camera. He takes aim at your big brother, the corners of his mustache curling around his smirk. Your brother is five years old: milk chocolate eyes, flyaways fanning his ...
The Blanket by Katie Bannon
Nonfiction
Part One
Each night, I teach my daughter to love me. I call our nightly play sessions, “special mommy time” –fifteen minutes when I say yes to my two-year-old, follow her lead, and narrate her movements aloud. ...
The Sheep by Calley Marotta
Nonfiction
A friend told me she’d never been in love. The friend is a dance friend, a woman in her 40s, divorced, and currently in a long-term relationship.
“I think the closest thing to being in love I’ve ever felt ...
The Closest Thing Has Always Been by Emily Mathis
Nonfiction
Tableau vivant: French for “living picture;” an enactment, popular in the 18th and 19th centuries, of historical moments, stories or paintings; a scene—sometimes elaborately staged—with one or more stationary, ...
Tableaux Vivants: Witness by Carol D. Marsh
Nonfiction
Despite clouded chlorine vision, Mom's August-tanned legs extending from strappy white sandals to pressed white shorts were unmistakable. She stood at the edge of the Newbridge Road pool with Patrick, the baby, ...
Skutch by Jeanne-Marie Fleming
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Not long after the Oct. 7 Hamas attack at the Nova Music festival in Israel’s Negev Desert, I was traveling to the San Francisco Bay Area for work, and decided to extend my visit to spend a couple days with close ...
Academia Needs Comedy Now More Than Ever by Sepehr Vakil
LAR Online, Nonfiction
after Jamaica Kincaid
Measure bleach into the washer as it fills, before you add the whites and never after; don’t dry anything with towels except more towels, and check the lint trap after every load; when you ...
Girl by Brenna Womer
LAR Online, Nonfiction
In the span of three weeks, my daughter transformed into a pear, an avocado, and an onion. No, this wasn’t an outpouring of toddler imagination. Nor did I ingest several grams of potent psilocybin. Instead, my wife ...
Eating the Baby by Josh Martin
LAR Online, Nonfiction
