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 …

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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."

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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

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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 …

Evidence

Those glazed over eyes. You know what I mean: that moment at a party when you realize you can't remember how long you've been talking, and everyone that was listening is now either staring at hors d'oeuvres or smiling politely while internally wording their tweets about that boring guy who droned on for half an hour about the pros …

Telling Strangers Your Life Story, or Why Not to Go Whole Hog on Census Records

Genealogists are magicians. Don't believe me? Watch as I make my Aunt Barbara disappear before your eyes! In my ongoing search to learn about my grandfather, Ralph James's life, I came across a newspaper article that stated the date of his first marriage to Gladys Hooker. With the discovery of that date came an intriguing story problem: If Gladys …