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This is what anxiety feels like. To quote my friend @TheSarahFader

Dog Days

One of my favorite childhood memories on the occasion of my mother's birthday

A Parking Lot Full Of Stones

The party store the Guls owned was within walking distance of our house. But let me back up a minute to explain that very Midwestern sentence. In Michigan, where I grew up, a "party store" is not a place to buy helium-filled balloons, or economy packs of Power Ranger-themed napkins and paper plates, no. A …

The Difference Between Sympathy and Empathy

CW: pet death “So, are you going to get a new cat?” my coworker, Bridget, asked. Her eyebrows rounded and the gray streak in her hair glowed in the harsh fluorescent light. A mixture of impatience and grief constricted my throat. I had come so close to getting out the door. My computer was off, …

In One Breath

A cop informed me that my son was both homosexual and dead. Shot at a bar he had apparently haunted. “Will you accept the body?” the cop asked. A thousand bats’ wings pulsed inside me before I said "No."

Grandpa Harburn’s Immigrant Intake form

Shoes, or What Not To Do When People Call You Names

As the bus doors opened, a tall man planted his feet wide in the threshold and stretched his long arms to the top corners of the jamb. He wore jean shorts and an old concert tee, and he had what looked like a cold sore on his lower lip. Our eyes locked as he leaned out toward me and my …

In the unlikely event you’ve been longing to hear me read my own words

You can read my original post here.

the yeah write superchallenge

Are you looking for kind and honest feedback on your writing? Do you like writing prompts and cash prizes? Then check this out: The yeah write super challenge is a six week, three-round competition that will help you stretch your muscles as a writer and storyteller. Each participant will walk away with detailed feedback on their entries, and the winners …

The Songs We Sing

Sometime in the middle of May, in the blinking daylight hours between rolling fog and thunderstorms, the buildings along Lincoln Avenue inhale. The restaurant workers in their white aprons have thrown open the large, floor-to-ceiling windows that line the fronts of their buildings. You have to fight against the draw of their breath as you walk by them, and the …