FictionConey Island DreamsI bought my father a tub of Haagen Daz for his birthday through Instacart. Some dude named Richard dropped it off but the store only had...
FictionThe RunnerMy sister, Carmela, once told me that she wants to be a mom that runs. We were showered and freshly scrubbed with bubble soap, our toes...
FictionThe Grad StudentThe grad student came over yesterday. My best friend, Susie, has deemed him to be “the grad student” to emphasize my five year seniority...
FictionBlank SlateI’ve never been in love. We met in fifth grade. I had a crush on him and made the mistake of telling Cynthia, the loudest girl in my...
FictionThe Three Little French HensWe always sat at our desks less than an arm's-length away from each other, not letting our secrets slip away to the other 4th graders...
FictionTexts to my Dead Future Husband1. January 15, 2017 The auditorium smelled pungent. Axe cologne and body heat permeated from the students filing in that morning. His...