My alcoholic uncle, Bill, was pacing back and forth across the five by five foot living room, asking where his beer was. His beer was wearing a new koozie that had a hood and zipped up like a real sweatshirt.
As teenagers, my friends and I spent Friday nights driving backroads, throwing soda cans at street signs. The wind... more
At my husband’s funeral, we drank Moscow Mules. I served them in copper mugs, just like you’re supposed to, and everyone thought it was adorable and heartfelt.
dogged night
the moon is black
or green i go
a little nuts
flaying flowers
from the brocade
i cord the stems
I started reading My Struggle in the spring of 2014. I didn’t know what I was getting into, but... more
Larry didn’t try to talk to me, but whenever the silence got too thick, he would squeeze my knee or knead my shoulder. I was pretty fucked up on cold medicine, and it felt like he was grabbing a hold of my bones.
Hollowing in Three Parts
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Although it’s the last day of September and the talons of winter have taken hold... more
June 1, 1944 – Squadron party. Real whiskey, but didn’t get too hi – just happy. Met a W.A.F. (Women Air Force) & we talked English history.
Ivan told me that the minute you step off the plane in America they hand you money. I keep waiting for someone to hand me money. No one has handed me money.
I’m at Guitar Center to buy a Fender. I run through the metal heads doing their best Guitar Hero impressions to the only white Telecaster hanging on the wall.
Eva Hagberg Fisher's forthcoming book (out next week) How To Be Loved figuratively fell in my lap. I was at coffee with a friend, saying I needed a new book to read, but I needed that book to be about recovery because I just needed to be heard and understood, and lo and behold, my inbox pinged.
A Godly woman has to make a living, after all.
I tried to look / like I was looking for someone above...
My friend told me, it’s just about you needing control. I did not respond when she said this. Considering nothing is just about anything.
He watched the door, and saw that it wanted to open.
Today I bought blue yarn and brand-new silver nails...
She had grown up and now lived in a cold climate that encouraged looking down.
Yoda sat atop the wreckage of his escape pod, still creaking from skidding into the murky swamp hours prior
Please God forgive me. Please God forgive me.
The day my brother died, my mom ran naked in the street.
You’re in Miami and you're driving under the banyans and the palms and you're heading away from the tennis courts by the water and you're looking at the sky above the parkway and you're heading home and sometimes it feels like you'll always be in Miami.
