I am twelve, and I am running. I am running because it is all I know how to do anymore. I am running down the dark street in a towel, my bare feet slosh and slip in the slush and snow, wet hair frozen, running from you. ...
A Running, a Retching, a Reaching by Courtney Elizabeth Young
LAR Online, Nonfiction
My earliest, and most indelible, memory of hip-hop’s magnetic pull on my attention dates back to childhood, circa 1983-84 or so, when my brother’s breaking crew, the Royal Rockers, battled for preeminence in the ...
The Search for the Tao in Hip-Hop by Alejandro Nava
LAR Online, Nonfiction
On a recent visit to my parents’ house, I was surprised to pick up an old photo album and find it rife with pictures of my godfather Doc. There was Doc holding me at my baptism, looking like a study in gray—gray ...
Golden Age by Sarah Curtis
LAR Online, Nonfiction
.................Weariness alone is enough to bring disillusionment for he cannot in the end escape the futility
.................of an endless ...
Choosing a Greek Island: Durkheim’s Dilemma by Mary Patrice Erdmans
LAR Online, Nonfiction
It’s trite to write about the sensation of having a body, how it slices you up the same way a mandoline does, quickly and imperceptibly until you’re standing at the kitchen counter with blood in your coleslaw. ...
Artifact by Silas Jones
LAR Online, Nonfiction
A banging—glass rattling against glass.
At the end of the ...
When My Eighth Grader Asks “What’s Worse Than Ghosting?” by Kirsten Kaschock
LAR Online, Nonfiction
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A friend of mine wears a shirt on our weekend runs that says, “I run so I can eat.” It’s a fair reason, though most of us would need at least a dozen shirts to explain why we venture out onto ice-caked ...
Why I Run by Joshua Doležal
LAR Online, Nonfiction
In March 2020 my daughter Sophia, husband Alex, and eleven-month-old Ella fled their apartment in Brooklyn and moved in with me on Long Island. Most mornings I put Ella in a Bjorn and walked to Peconic Sound ...
Your Ham is a Pig by Caroline Sutton
LAR Online, Nonfiction
“You ain’t never shotgunned a beer before?”
S peered over at my averted eyes, but I didn’t answer his question because no, I had never shoved a key into the side of a beer can and chugged before. I had ...
I Am a Martian by Karen Fischer
LAR Online, Nonfiction
