I will soon be pitching a debut novel, and I want to know how much of an issue my age will be to agents and publishers.
by Treena Thibodeau
A week before the party, I text my newfound brother and sister about social distancing. The wording has to be right; I don’t want to sound uptight.
by Anna Hundert
If you were to think that all love is somehow cosmic or universally anointing, you might think that all love songs are about God.
by Christiana Louisa Langenberg
Stare at your reflection in the storefront window. She looks familiar, you think.
by April Ford
The flashbacks are harder to handle now that spring’s almost here. They strike when I can’t easily get back to my pandemic bubble of myself and two cats.
by Wilson MacConnachie
And then I was buying gas station beers and cigarettes, because for some reason I wasn’t supposed to show up to rehab sober.
by Dvora Wolff Rabino
I’m culling needless items from kitchen, baths, and linen closets. I’m curating friendships. Now it’s your turn to go.
by Abi Stephenson
She didn’t have to love me. Biology didn’t force her hand the way it does for mothers.
by Myna Chang
In the grit of a 1975 farm town, 9-year-old girls weigh about 60 pounds, even wicked little girls with bad women for mommas.
by Stephanie Vanderslice
I can tell you this now. Both times I was pregnant, I worried. I doubted my ability to raise a girl.