Lit

On the Interstate, my daughter tells me she only has two questions.  I’m relieved because she usually has two hundred. I say, Okay, let’s have them, and...

Traveling to the house of born and raised, I dredge a map from muscle memory.   If I said the bones called me home, I’d be taking the...

The first step in stealing a car is to put gas in it, and that’s because even though teenaged girls like myself have airhead...

I wrote 'Why' when I was fourteen. I was thinking about myself, my sister, and basically every young girl I knew. I'm hoping it's...

The girl sat by her bedroom window. Morning light sifted through the sycamore. The goldfinch hopped along a limb and chattered its nervous song....

A “(for don’t we all crave beauty and contamination)” ~  Priscilla Sneff For CB: friend, fellow writer, dream interpreter extraordinaire A A I fissured the shells open, exposing...

We shared books that summer and conversation. What would it have been like to repair and then sail a boat?   We discussed the underlying themes, wondering   what we would salvage if...

They’ll tell you that Kentucky bluegrass isn't really blue. But perhaps they've never seen it at that curious moment when the ground wakes up and yawning...

She felt it in her toes that morning, dread that she would shove into ivory heels and dance on beneath heavy clouds. He felt...

Nikki’s uncle Pete was sprawled across the hood of an old Chevy, bullshitting with another half-dozen men taking a breather from their barstools. She...