This is not a horror story. It's actually a sweet story. Inspired by recent essay submissions, and by Brooke's mention in Rolling Stone, I decided to revisit and finish an essay started years ago.
As an unexpected loss sinks in, our workaholic protagonist learns that cynicism can't protect against pain.
A son who puts his dad on a pedestal deals with abandonment and suicide. Years later, someone lost comes up who can make it all right. Only but that takes a two-person lift.
Because I wanted to write about love.
Adapted from memoir scribblings, this essay takes the form of a letter to the narrator's father.
Narrative nonfiction recalling a childhood friendship and a moment when the narrator realizes that her friend has matured in ways that she has not.
This was originally a piece I wrote for a class when prompted with Chloe Caldwell's "Underground." Exploring a new format of creative non-fiction.
Written in reaction to a prompt on Childhood Fears, this essay recalls a portion of memories regarding life in an alcoholic home with one child and one parent.
A essay about my experience in Dallas during the police killings and my views on racism
Personal Essay about a life-defining body issue, first impressions and life-altering experiences.
I Knew You Could Speak English -or- How I Saved a Hooker Who Was Choking on a Piece of Meat (1,570 words)
A woman is frustrated with the behavior of migrant workers living next door to her.
Personal Essay written for a non-fiction class. Takes a brief snapshot of the struggles of teen depression
A personal essay exploring identity, past-trauma, and family.
2005-2015: A condensed history of my music recording career.
This is a creative nonfiction piece that was written to address the theme, "Waiting." It reveals my post surgery experience while waiting for pain medication.
Brief scenes from a 2-year period of my life when I lived in Austin, TX.
Friends help friends do the things they love.
This is what happens when sibling rivalry becomes retail intervention.
A short essay about finding a happy moment on a psych ward.
J Maynard Quimby
James and Gabriel's paths cross in an unlikely way in a story where an improbable friendship develops, where seeming ironies abound, and where the supernatural cannot be denied.
J Maynard Quimby
There are many reasons I identify with my native Southland, but it's the language that makes me feel most at home.
Gaining pride of heritage through grieving a loved one's death.
Short reflection on the importance and non-importance of birthdays.
Richard the Heade
Non-fiction piece about some recent memories and dreams I've had about the first friend I made back when I was six. The preceding sentence is horribly written but I'm too tired to do anything about it
I started a photography magazine, this is the start of my first publishers letter.