Non-Fiction

Art was a 51-year-old Polish green card holder who had lived in the States since kindergarten, but the 2025 political climate was threatening enough that he felt compelled to secure his status.

I told of the hero’s kindness in pulling a thorn from a lion’s paw and was telling about the Roman emperor sending Christians to be eaten by lions when Sarah had a happy thought. “I would be safe,” she chirped brightly.

i feel like every single thing i did before reclaiming my title as a diarist was a serious injury to what i want to do as a writer. line breaks were broken bones slowing me down from grabbing the big belt which for me are volumes of anti-novels, serial essays, and notes.

I tell him about peach cobbler and jackets and playing musical chairs because my mom told me she couldn't handle me anymore and she wouldn't hug me before she left the hospital aren't jokes and veer dangerously away from indifference.

October 19, 1983, a firing squad led by Deputy Prime Minister Bernard Coard, machine-gunned Prime Minister Maurice Bishop and members of the New Jewel Movement in the Fort Rupert courtyard. On 25 October, the USA invaded Granada.

We passed through the alleys with our sweat-soaked backpacks, past ten live chickens in a single cage, past animal organs soaking in red vinegar preservatives, past smiling grandmothers sitting on the same stool they’ve sat upon for two hundred years.

I learned early that “rebellious” actions and opinions weren’t welcome. By 1968 when I started church high school, I was indoctrinated with sexual shame, self-examination and repentance, and placing the “domestic sphere”—marriage, homemaking, motherhood—above serious plans for a career.

Being able to spot lie after lie after lie: it’s continual, endless, like being used and craved as someone else’s drug. Every other sentence is now an insult, and the friendship has turned to ash.

The rocks would live on, layers of sand and water gradually inching their way toward the sky long after we had passed through and left this earth for good.

My mother lived in fear of being found, she had to learn a new language and culture; she sacrificed seeing her children grow to give them a better future, but she wasn’t chased and persecuted like a criminal.