Category Archives: Creative Non-fiction

The Seasons of Sam

Seven Years Old Lying sideways on the front porch I study the face of my pumpkin. Dipping my fingers in the blue paint, I stroke the top of its head and the pumpkin grows hair, the stem becoming a ponytail. … Continue reading

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Soft Stuff

I. Mania A mind is made of soft stuff. It is made of rose and red and is always palpable and pliable, never harsh or heavy-weighted. A mind is a beautiful thing. My mind is made of soft stuff sparkling … Continue reading

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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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