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Naomi Wood -

One evening in July, when I couldn’t sleep – the baby was pressing down on my bladder – I received a call from Carin...

Brian Russell Roberts -

For ten years, mama and me lived alone in Utah’s Sevier Desert in a stone cabin at the base of the Drum Mountains. At...

Kris Hartrum -

I put on my white karate uniform and tied my belt. I re-tied my belt so it looked symmetrical. I imagined I was tough...

Emily Zhou -

After Sylvie found out that Marina was dropping out of graduate school, she sent her a long, philosophical email that ended with an invitation...

Jane Morton -

When you see the dog you might not know you are seeing him. He is black from snout to tail. And sometimes you might...

Chloe Alberta -

I. I try to write about constipation and it turns into something about my mother. Okay. She used to give me enemas, in all those...

Leesa Fenderson -

And from time to time I take used rolls of toilet paper from restaurants. Not time to time so much as all the time....

Mary Alice Stewart -

The cops and coroners left and we were allowed back into Helen’s apartment. It appeared that everything had been moved. Even the water stain,...

Rebecca Morgan Frank -

He would be a horse’s ass. He had been auditioning for ballet companies and responding to calls for small parts for a year when...

Steph Grossman -

I. On Anj’s eighth birthday, her grandma Gwen warns, “If you look in the mirror for too long, you’ll start to see the devil.” Her grandma...