Lit Creative Nonfiction

“Do not collapse before your minute is over. Understood?” The tester glared down at us as I nodded. I was the one that stood...

“She kisses a man over coffee.” The black metal square usually contained a mishmash of the little magnetic words. But Julie had arranged these...

My myopia, or what is commonly referred to as nearsightedness, progressed at an almost alarming rate. It started in second grade, when just a...

You know that way that Facebook uses some complex algorithm to determine what news appears in your feed? Recently, it just so happened to...

“She liked the word ineffable because it meant a feeling so big or vast that it could not be expressed in words. And yet, because it could...

I spent my weekends in Brooklyn with Dad, where he had an apartment near a Hasidic neighborhood. It was a couple of blocks away...

Our lips may have been pressed together, but what he really touched was my heart. I had given up on being happy and finding...

Oyfn pripetshik brent a fayeri, Un in shtub iz heys; Un der rebbe lernt kleyne kinderlech dem alefbeyz; Un der rebbe lernt kleyne kinderlech dem alef-beyz. Zet...

When you were little, you used to wear tiny floral print dresses and sit with your legs apart because that was the only way...

My mother has never been one to cuss. Coming from a religious family, her language was fairly clean. That day my mother told me...