The morning began with the pale, clean light that seems to belong uniquely to reclaimed land. I set out at a jog, keeping to the periphery of Urayasu's peninsula, circling the edge where land and
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Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction
Reflection
3 min
We Still Sit Under That Tree
The power in my town goes out at 2:15 p.m. every day, but it's not about the power.
It's about what disappears with it. The whirr of the fan, the static of old FM radio, the illusion of time ... [+]
It's about what disappears with it. The whirr of the fan, the static of old FM radio, the illusion of time ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
Menopause is a Portal
Menopause is an unraveling. All the selves I knew, shed upon the floor in sloughed off skins from which I step out gingerly, naked.
They tell me I am invisible now. Is that another word for free? ... [+]
They tell me I am invisible now. Is that another word for free? ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
Mister Peepers
It wasn't fair. EJ had found him, brought him home, set up a comfy, warm bed of hay in the basement; she'd even named him. But from our first encounter on that cold January night, Mister Peepers only
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Creative Nonfiction
Swim, Swam, Swan
I stand by my front door with car keys in hand, flip-flops on my feet, panic in my heart.
"Let me get this right: I am going to take this gigantic menopausal body," I wave my hand like a Price is ... [+]
"Let me get this right: I am going to take this gigantic menopausal body," I wave my hand like a Price is ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
Do You Think the Dinosaurs Went to Heaven?
Yesterday it was sixty degrees outside, so I took my bike out for the first time all winter. I biked across the river to return a pair of jeans I'd bought online the week earlier; it turns out that
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Creative Nonfiction
The Chair in the Bathroom
Nature is calling. As a new intern in the medical intensive care unit (MICU) my bladder is not yet trained to resist this instinctual human need. The team has been rounding for six hours, discussing
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Creative Nonfiction
Reflection
1 min
Falling into New Year
Autumn's here—Happy New Year!
Not for me, that pallid substitute in January with its noisemakers and forgotten resolutions. My calendar resets annually with the opening of classroom doors, no ... [+]
Not for me, that pallid substitute in January with its noisemakers and forgotten resolutions. My calendar resets annually with the opening of classroom doors, no ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
[see: n, below]
abecedarian a novice learning the rudiments of a subject, a beginner or amateur; a student; straightforward, simplified; in literature, a work arranged in order according to the alphabet, often
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Creative Nonfiction
Where Magic Goes to Die
My hands used to create magic. I think with the increasing demands of adulthood, they've had their spark pulled right out of them. My little sister's hands still glisten with it, but I fear he
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Creative Nonfiction
How to Eat Crabs with Your Mother-in-Law
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At exactly 5:50 p.m., your mother-in-law will anxiously announce, "Someone needs to go get the crabs right now!" When you first met her, shortly after meeting her son, you called her by he ... [+]
At exactly 5:50 p.m., your mother-in-law will anxiously announce, "Someone needs to go get the crabs right now!" When you first met her, shortly after meeting her son, you called her by he ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
Reflection
3 min
How Time Works
After my father toured what would become our neighborhood in Fairfax, California, he knocked on the nearest door and asked the man who answered if it was nice living there.
That man told me this ... [+]
That man told me this ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
Neutral Masks
We have to wear blank black clothes to mask class so our selves don't intrude.
People with hair in their face must pin their hair off their face.
When you're wearing black and have your face ... [+]
People with hair in their face must pin their hair off their face.
When you're wearing black and have your face ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
Regeneration
It looks like a ghost heart. And it feels a little like Jello.
—Doris Taylor, bioengineer
I.
On the radio show Speaking of Faith, researcher Doris Taylor is telling us how to build a new ... [+]
—Doris Taylor, bioengineer
I.
On the radio show Speaking of Faith, researcher Doris Taylor is telling us how to build a new ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
Catch: A Memory in Three Fragments
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It was 1983 and I was six years old, riding between my father and brother in my father's Oldsmobile, back when front seats stretched from door to door. My father drove, and my brother, who was ... [+]
It was 1983 and I was six years old, riding between my father and brother in my father's Oldsmobile, back when front seats stretched from door to door. My father drove, and my brother, who was ... [+]