“Sunday Sermon” By: Lauren Wilkie
The pastor paused during his Sunday sermon To ask, “Have you talked to God today?” Well, if he’d really been asking me, I would have said, I believe that God is...
The pastor paused during his Sunday sermon To ask, “Have you talked to God today?” Well, if he’d really been asking me, I would have said, I believe that God is...
Thursday was out to get me, the swine of this city angry for my skin and bone. They knew I was a disaster waiting to happen. They knew I was apocalyptic, moroni...
Alex and I could buy salmon instead of the tuna fish that sustains us, but right now we wear poverty as a cover for the middle class suburbanism that bored us, ...
In my senior year of college, I was given my own art studio. It was a small room, with a worktable, a chair and a stool. Its best feature was an ivy-framed wind...
I was nine when my big sister ran away. My parents lied to me, telling me that she would be back soon. “She’s just gone for a little while, Norma,” my mom said....
Andrew’s mom’s Volkswagen ground over the loose gravel as we pulled into an unmarked space in the far corner of the lot. Before Andrew even switched the car off...
To Aria: First off, before I begin anything, I want to apologize for my handwriting. I’m currently writing this in the back of a dangerously fast cab. We’re cut...
Family of origin, the four of us always sat smack in the center. Auditoria (no temple), political (Democrat) middle… An esteemed accomplished adult...