Lit Creative Nonfiction

For months I avoided the fitness center. I didn’t want to run into Faith who worked there. She had lost her son five years...

I shared my first kiss with two boys, best friends. It’s a story I’ve told often, usually at someone else’s urging. I sacrificed my...

I was eight years old when I brought the kitten home. It was the summer I started riding horses, and to pay for my...

My friends and I were all at a house on Silver Street in Greensboro, North Carolina.  I can think of no reason for such...

So you wanna drive, eh young Murray? Be patient. This is a lesson best learned now, before the car wreck that will nearly kill...

She wears white leather kid gloves, a pillbox hat over her blonde coiffure. The time is April 1956 on the newsreel on the classic...

Once upon a time there was a little girl who believed in happy endings.  She was an only child of two exceptional parents.  They...