Tag Archives: nonfiction
“I went to college in the seventies, when a mildly insensitive comment by a male was often rewarded with verbal and physical abuse by gangs of marauding feminists.” Con Chapman has some gift-giving advice.
“Times change; resentment doesn’t. It’s cost me friendships and relationships.” Christopher Records comes to grips with his bad feelings.
“‘No, honey, no. Your dad and I will always—always—love you.’ I go further and then regret it. ‘Sometimes ‘daddy’ means a husband or boyfriend, actually. It’s . . . ‘ impossible to explain that one.” Traci Cumbay keeps trying.
“When Daniel Tobin died – in spite of the fact that we hadn’t known him well – nothing about life felt quite the same again.” Sarah Grubb‘s winning entry in the Ball State University Penscape graduate writing competition.
“The thing that sets Stan apart from the other morning porn enthusiasts is that Stan always stops to chitchat. The other men rush in, pick out the first title they can find, avoid eye contact at the counter, and hustle out the door. Stan lingers, hoping for one-on-one time, which is truly unfortunate for me.” New fiction from Colleen Houlihan.
“That was me. The restaurants, the gourmet ingredients, the chef-watching, all of it. By any measure, I’ve been a foodie. And today, I’m done.” John Beeler turns in his foodie badge.
“His comb looks like a coronation red circular saw blade, split it half and implanted atop his head. His wattle looks like a deflated punching bag or highly inflamed testicle.” Eight tips for rooster taming from someone who knows: Kimberlee Smith.
“I like to rationalize all the time and money I spend in bars. These days I find myself in a pathetic meta-loop, going to bars to understand why I go to bars.” Liz Main knows from bar songs.
“People write directly to Kyle, as if he were on the other side of a screen somewhere, reading their notes to him. As if we lonely people, on the other side of our own screens, can’t handle his absence. We wait for a ‘like’ to affirm our grief.” Beth Baker on the death of a Facebook friend.
“The evidence is clear enough: Americans have a zombie problem. America might the epicenter, but this pandemic is spreading quickly. Other countries are following suit. Amidst all the hysteria, another question emerges: why are we so obsessed with zombies?” Elliot Sanders suggests some answers.