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June 20, 2017 | Nonfiction

How to Be a Disney

Chachi Hauser

The first thing you need to know about being a Disney is that you should avoid letting anyone know that you are one.

June 12, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Habit of Cutting In the Edges

Andrew Johnson

You gather one brush, one can of paint, one room, and one hand tethered to attention.

June 8, 2017 | Nonfiction

Ghosts

Brent Fisk

I began my life in a trailer. A black and white shaky construction plunked on a corner some farmer had carved out of an old cow pasture. One silver maple with a rotten core clung to life. I watched the world outside through drafty windows and remember the shade slapping the sash when the wind picked up. 

June 1, 2017 | Nonfiction

My Father is a Collection

David Bersell

I used to think my father was a baseball card.

May 8, 2017 | Nonfiction

Pretty Potion

Jen Palmares Meadows

In the afternoons, I stripped off my boyish clothing and watched back to back episodes of Saved by the Bell, feeding my unhealthy obsession for Kelly KAPOWski. The perky brunette with her slim ankles and come-hither hair tosses was the ultimate teenage bombshell. 

May 3, 2017 | Nonfiction

Open Your Heart

Erika Kleinman

When we first met in the early ‘90s, we had stage names. She went by Kali and I went by Olivia. 

May 1, 2017 | Nonfiction

Relisted

Josh Olsen

For the third time in as many months, I received an automated email from ebay, stating, “An item you’ve been watching has been relisted.” 

April 28, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Big Inning: Game 95 // Ninth Inning, Chicago // The Cubbies Win the Pennant

Brendan Donley

What can be said about this game that hasn’t already been said about Christmas morning? Better than that. The first day of a summer break. Better than that. Evening fireworks on the 4th of July. That, too. Better than all. A graduation, an engagement, a marriage, a festival, a celebration. An outdoor fete to anything.

April 27, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Big Inning: Game 69 // Seventh Inning, Los Angeles // A Silent Gift, for Vin Scully

Brendan Donley

Vin Scully alone in a broadcast booth, talking by himself, talking to us. Assuring the world that all’s well in Dodgeralia. Calm. Composed. At home, in a park he’ll depart at season’s end. Handpicking his words, off endless branches, branches’ branches, in a deep memory he builds, maintains over many years, keeps polished like a jewel.

April 24, 2017 | Nonfiction

He Felt the Crowd Beating in His Heart: Rajai Davis & Game 7 of the 2016 World Series

Jason Koo

It is a game of beautiful pauses, pauses that take up so much of the game’s duration that calling them “pauses” seems inaccurate; the moments of action, rather, are what interrupt the long stretches of inaction.

April 21, 2017 | Nonfiction

Delayed Romance

Aaron Sinner

Ten years removed from my youth baseball experience, I find myself in a car with four baseball-obsessed college buddies, headed toward the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome to see the Minnesota Twins play a mid-September game against the Detroit Tigers. I have no idea why I’m here.

April 14, 2017 | Nonfiction

Playing Baseball Mediocrely but Playing Baseball with Pure Joy

Julia Dixon Evans

I wanted to focus on the real victims, unthinkable crimes against them, but I kept coming back to those batting cages, to that uniform in Coach B's house.

April 4, 2017 | Nonfiction

Hateball

Bud Smith

I wanted to quit, and was too young to realize that I could just quit anything.

March 31, 2017 | Nonfiction

Now the wren has gone to roost 

Drew Knapp

The trees all richly clad, yet devoid of pride, fat with birds and the season, have called back days and years for the history they are giving me. 

March 27, 2017 | Nonfiction

Shitstorm

Melissa Moorer

Now Dad would have to drive us to Mom’s in the shit-mobile, which probably wouldn’t start even if he could get the car doors open. Cows were standing pinned between the car and the wall and the doors had been frozen shut since the storm even without all the extra ice and frozen manure. Dad had tried pouring boiling water over the handles days ago, but the doors only worked while the handle was still too hot then froze solid again, worse than before. 

March 24, 2017 | Nonfiction

Honey Mustard

Michael Fischer

He could kill me right now. I’m rail-thin, depression rotting the muscle off me since I got here. He’s big and strong and calls himself Faheem.

March 16, 2017 | Nonfiction

Severance

Jason Metz

There are meetings in places that come disguised as something else.

March 10, 2017 | Nonfiction

HInterland Transmissions: AIDS on a Toothbrush

Steve Anwyll

It's the middle of winter. My last submission was rejected with good cause. It went a little off the deep end.

March 8, 2017 | Nonfiction

So Your Employer Offered You a Pronoun Button

Kelly Magee

Congratulations! Your employer is an open-minded, inclusive institution that has discovered a method to ensure the comfort of their gender non-conforming employees, and that method is buttons.

February 24, 2017 | Nonfiction

More Lives Than Your Own

Alex Ebel

A woman waited in line in front of me, anxiously watching the television behind the plexiglass partition. The gas station attendant broke rolls of quarters in half and dropped them into the register. A second woman spoke on screen, dressed in an orange pant suit, matching neon lipstick and a gold crescent moon pinned to her lapel below her microphone. I imagined the petroleum-wax scent her breath might leave as she spoke.          

February 13, 2017 | Nonfiction

Borrowed country

Kristin Chang

Can imagine it: black vans with windows tinted green like bug eyes, all those bodies stolen away like women in wartime. 

January 26, 2017 | Nonfiction

Lana del Rey / Mary Tyler Moore: A Review of Friendship

Amanda Goldblatt

In memory, we wanted to repost this gem from 2014 by Amanda Goldblatt that used Mary Tyler Moore as a lens to become a "review of friendship."

January 26, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Weight

Lauren Grabowski

As a houseguest, I sucked. I acted like I was doing them a favor by living there, but in reality I would have been destitute without their hospitality.

January 17, 2017 | Nonfiction

You Would Even Say It Glowed

Adam Armstrong

Later that evening, when confronted about my absence, I told her that my grandfather said I looked sick and should go home. His senility always made him my reliable scapegoat.

January 13, 2017 | Nonfiction

HInterland Transmissions: L'Ombre de la bĂȘte

Steve Anwyll

...the products we couldn't get here. They'd come home with stories of innocent smiles given to bored border guards while they wore two pairs of jeans under three dresses. The trunk of their car filled with Cherry Coke and flavours of chips we couldn't comprehend. Cheap rum. Meat. Cigarettes. Electronics. 

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