Category Archives: Creative Non-fiction

The Girl in the Mirror

“Will you play Donkey Kong with me, Daddy?” I’m five years old and obsessed with video games and early morning cartoons. There’s not much to worry about in my life, except game over screens and why PBS keeps repeating the … Continue reading

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Island

“No man is an island.” In my family, we were all islands. We were individuals, sometimes crossing paths for a moment, but then quickly drifting away. We loved each other, but we weren’t very good at showing it. Being an … Continue reading

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Sinatra’s Mic

How did I get here? I was standing in a Capitol Records recording studio holding Sinatra’s microphone in my hand. I had dreamed about doing this all my life but I never really thought it would happen. Still, it wasn’t … Continue reading

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A Sensitive Ear

They say he is autistic. When his parents first told me that this was what the specialists had determined, I was skeptical. I knew what autism was, and had even been around autistic children before, particularly during a time when … Continue reading

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Post-War

The “Vietnam Vet” on Jerry’s cap reminds you that here, among the giant kin of your giant American boyfriend, your home is just the name of a war. Too young to remember Jerry’s war, you grew up reading its handwriting, … Continue reading

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Sarah, the Pink-Haired Vegan

I am jealous of her in the way you are of a 20-year-old vegan with pink hair. You want to be her but not because she is cooler than you, rather, you were once a 20-year-old vegetarian with green hair. … Continue reading

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Dog

I am in the basement of our townhouse seated on the couch facing Joseph, my husband, who is seated in his desk chair at the computer where he composes music, but he is not composing right now. We’re talking casually, … Continue reading

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