When Albert Einstein’s brain was stolen from his freshly dead body and carried by car across the country, my father was seventeen, living in Abilene, TX, with his parents and three siblings. They were very poor, and at ...
Truce by Melissa Cundieff
LAR Online, Nonfiction
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After a mob of MAGA insurrectionists stormed the US Capitol building in the final days of the Trump presidency, former Capitol Police Chief Kim Dine told The Washington Post the scene was “like watching a real-life ...
Les Actualités by Susanna Space
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I'd been living in Santa Cruz all of seventy-two hours when I witnessed the brawl. Two squirrels thrashed about in the campus parking lot as I was looking for a spot. At first, I thought they were mating. But as I drove ...
Moving to Paradise by Courtney Kersten
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Every morning at 9 am, I hurl myself into the world; I feed the animals their hay, their burgundy-colored bits, fill their water from the spring, check for injuries, count them all up. Summer afternoons, I give them ...
Notes from Grief by Katie Culligan
LAR Online, Nonfiction
Behold my inviolable deliberate, little body. I’ll show you where it is, despite myself.
In a scorching desert, kowtow to follow me into the catacombs of my most-distant ancestors, locked away in our monumental ...
Cat People By Massoud Hayoun
LAR Online, Nonfiction
My first panic attack was when my eyes opened, just out of the womb. Naked and facing the ridicule of white-coated doctors. Less than a minute old, my panic attack was viewed by the staff of Stanford Hospital as the ...
Nomenklatura By Anne Vithayathil
LAR Online, Nonfiction
People go to Emily Dickinson’s house for all kinds of reasons, most of which include a desire to see the room where she famously wrote poems one might want to write someday. Other people go because they are tourists, ...
What a House Can Hold by Laura Gill
LAR Online, Nonfiction
I thought I had spider bites. The itchy dots on the edge of my shoulder blade popped up the day I found a dead spider crushed on my bedsheet, three eyelash-like legs and the crumpled corpse. The day before I had carried ...
Scratch by Chip Livingston
LAR Online, Nonfiction
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During the decade prior to the spring of 2020, I wore only black clothes.
Whenever someone remarked on this habit, I’d retort that I started wearing all black in 2010—after being unexpectedly fired ...
Safety Yellow by Zachary Pace
LAR Online, Nonfiction
