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January 4, 2018 | Nonfiction

In the 70s Everyone, Including Mannequins, Had Nipples

Lynn Schmeidler

Once upon a time there was no sex, but sex was everywhere: in Laura's 6th grade locker with her roll-on deodorant, in Dr. Davidson's walk—slow and tight-calved, in Mr. Robinson's guitar—Cat Steven's "Wild Worldeach afternoon before the bell, in Mrs. Roger's wavy, knee- length red hair—smelling of Wella Balsam and cigarettes. 

December 27, 2017 | Nonfiction

Mesa, Arizona, 1985

Elizabeth Ellen

By the time I arrived at the Phoenix airport the next summer I was thirty pounds heavier. I’d spent the previous nine months eating vending machine moonpies and packaged cookies in my dorm room.

December 26, 2017 | Nonfiction

A Starting Lineup Baseball Collector's Stand

Aaron Burch

This was the year Canseco was the first to join the 40/40 club, hitting over 40 homeruns and stealing 40 bases in the same season. 

December 25, 2017 | Nonfiction

Africa!

Uzodinma Okehi

My grandfather, his English name was Benson. As the houseboys opened the gates, he came out on the balcony and fired off a shotgun, boom, one or two blasts.

December 23, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Icicles

Chelsea Martin

I made my mom promise me that she was going to live until she was 100 years old, and I would be 82 and we would die together, peacefully, holding hands. 

December 22, 2017 | Nonfiction

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

Mary Miller

My siblings and I never liked each other as much as we did on those early mornings; we never made a better team. 

December 21, 2017 | Nonfiction

Christmases 

Bud Smith

Carefully open the wrapping paper. Inside is Teddy Ruxbin. See his stupid face on the box. Fuck you, Teddy Ruxbin. He reads you bedtime stories if you put a cassette tape in his abdomen.

December 20, 2017 | Nonfiction

Juliet-the-Detective

Juliet Escoria

So a few weeks before that Christmas, I decided to do some detective work. I was interested in science and generally curious ...

December 19, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Eve Of X-mas 1994; or thereabouts

Steve Anwyll

So on this X-mas eve. There I was. Sitting in the basement. On an old blue sectional couch. Alone

December 18, 2017 | Nonfiction

Shooting the Horse

John Bennion

Confessions don’t make good stories. 

December 15, 2017 | Nonfiction

fool's paradise

Alyssa Oursler

 It doesn't take much for a curve to become a coil, for a bridge to become a cage.

December 7, 2017 | Nonfiction

Winter in Guayaquil

Jean Ferruzola

That winter my mother takes me to her country, a little place on the equator I had not yet seen.

October 3, 2017 | Nonfiction

Hockey in movies that aren't about hockey

Joe Sacksteder

Love Story (1970, dir. Arthur Hiller)

It’s comical that the rich kid with a building at Harvard named after his family is a hockey bruiser while the baker’s daughter not good enough to marry

September 4, 2017 | Nonfiction

260 Saturdays

Jody Kennedy

We wiped down, scraped, rearranged, shook out, swept, mopped, vacuumed, stripped, waxed, sealed.

August 29, 2017 | Nonfiction

On Burning

Renée Branum

If you are flammable and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit.

August 23, 2017 | Nonfiction

Seven Mournings

Alysia Sawchyn

It is not the anniversary of her death that wrecks me but a day some weeks before it. It is the anniversary of the day I sat on my porch, barefoot, polyester graduation trappings in hand, and thought to call her but then did not because I was too busy. 

August 16, 2017 | Nonfiction

An Anatomy of Pipes

Hannah Doyle

I was birthed alongside a digested McMuffin evacuated from a parallel pipe—my mother’s last pre-labor meal. She opted for a natural birth, taking only an aspirin, never uttering a complaint.

July 13, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Bends

Tracy Haack

I lift my knees to walk in flippers, grab a glass of water in the kitchen before high-stepping my way back to the living room where Joe and I have dinner in front of the television.

July 7, 2017 | Nonfiction

A Few Thoughts While Shaving

Kristen Millares Young

It’s getting harder and harder to shave my pussy, let alone the tight star of my asshole.

June 26, 2017 | Nonfiction

168 Hours on the Las Vegas Strip

Erin Langner

You would be forgiven for thinking Vegas is not the place for you. 

June 20, 2017 | Nonfiction

How to Be a Disney

Chachi Hauser

The first thing you need to know about being a Disney is that you should avoid letting anyone know that you are one.

June 12, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Habit of Cutting In the Edges

Andrew Johnson

You gather one brush, one can of paint, one room, and one hand tethered to attention.

June 8, 2017 | Nonfiction

Ghosts

Brent Fisk

I began my life in a trailer. A black and white shaky construction plunked on a corner some farmer had carved out of an old cow pasture. One silver maple with a rotten core clung to life. I watched the world outside through drafty windows and remember the shade slapping the sash when the wind picked up. 

June 1, 2017 | Nonfiction

My Father is a Collection

David Bersell

I used to think my father was a baseball card.

May 8, 2017 | Nonfiction

Pretty Potion

Jen Palmares Meadows

In the afternoons, I stripped off my boyish clothing and watched back to back episodes of Saved by the Bell, feeding my unhealthy obsession for Kelly KAPOWski. The perky brunette with her slim ankles and come-hither hair tosses was the ultimate teenage bombshell. 

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