Fiction

Ancestry Test

I languished on the scratchy, orange couch of my childhood. Lena, my sister, owned the house. Or, more accurately, she inherited it from our dead parents on the...

Heartland

My student loan service provider is Heartland ECSI, but I call them Heartland for short. They’d started writing to me after graduation. We have been trying to r...

minerva

You were obsessed with antiquity and aliens. "In rain, in sun, in dust" you said, "in eternity only these two exist." I didn't know what to think but I followed...

Strike Colors

The constant focus on cancer and its treatment is overwhelming.  Sometimes you just need a break.  At Endwell Hospital’s Dorothy Peterse Patient Recreation Cent...

Your Sunday Best

You were TDY in Kuwait last summer. Should have come home in the middle of September, but then 9/11 happened. Stuck in the desert for five more months. Now, eve...

Dream Story

Daniel led a dreary life, entering data into a computer at a small publishing company and coming home to a mother who suffered from a serious form of dementia, ...

The Park

She is staring at my dog taking a shit. I can see her lip curling as she looks on, assessing the damage, the viscosity, and fall speed. I watch her while she ga...

Opening

Rachel is wearing herring bone patterned red and yellow yoga pants, a black t-shirt with Dolly Parton’s smiling face on it, and a faded headband (the kind Richa...

Food Pyramid

Where we work is not a co-op. Privately owned, we are taught to say. All of us owned privately for this wage or that salary, a number we hide like an embarrassi...

Digital burnout

It was a mindless Thursday, and every object had been shouting at Petunia: “Find purpose,” “Do something more with your life.” She couldn’t sit down for two min...

Keeping Warm

Sweet pea, put on your coat, it’s cold out.” “Cold? How cold?” “It’s 28 degrees.” My daughter looked at me, confused. I rolled my eyes at myself for th...

The Town

When we arrived in the town everyone looked at us like we were little objects they could tame with their eyes. In those days, we craved approval like a dog want...