Issue Seventeen

The Ghostbuster in Love with My Mother

Bill Murray, comedian, movie star, and man about town, breaks open his childhood piggy bank, the one he purchased under the name of Charlie Rivers at a Five-and-Dime while on vacation in one of the Carolinas. That he has a piggy bank large enough to contain the money...

A Real Catch

I’m wearing my lucky pants. Everybody at the post office knows me. Yesterday, when I walking to the liquor store, I noticed somebody peeping through the blinds. I’ve been trying to trick myself into being invisible, but so far, no luck.  For a while, I was thinking...

Lucky Little Girl

Is six a confusing time for everyone? I look at my children and think not. They may no longer like trains or construction vehicles but they go to sleep around the same time every night. Their friends range in age from 5-7. Not a single friend in their twenties or...

Tree on Top of a Parking Garage

The elevators are all broken, so it’s climbed all five flights of stairs. Catching its breath, it stands by the railing and looks out across the highway to where the sun is turning orange between the clouds and the horizon. The passing drivers see it there and chuckle...

On Not Drinking for Dorothy Parker

Most people remember Dorothy Parker for “Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses.”     One of the lines that I remember her by is “All those writers who write about their childhood…if I wrote about mine you wouldn't sit in the same room...

Stupid Girls

ONE. To collect our lost things, Forest drove us along the railway—the rain slowed, the lake calmed—and while Forest drove, he flirted, and teased us for not being stupid girls, and still that’s what I remember most, not the portages that hadn’t been cleared of...

The Favorite Child

Dad loved Remy best, the rest of us knew by the way he said his name: Rem-me, with the accent on the last syllable, like our brother belonged to him. As a toddler, Remy took the attention Dad gave him and swallowed it whole until he gagged and turned blue. We could...

When a House Becomes a Tome

your old house is occupied by another family & has been for years I run I pedal I rollerblade by & imagine you laughing with that high-volume draw & wheeze of yours the time your mom popped her head in the window & nearly scared you half to death I...

Sister Copper Hair

I. My sister tells me that if I stare too long at the clothes whirling around in the washer I will get cancer.A. It takes a while for me to figure out this is a lie. For years, I will glance at the washer’s soapy porthole and quickly look away.B. As we grow older, I...

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