Yearly Archives: 2021

Although most people said he looked like Steve, he reminded me of me, personality-wise. Responsible, steady, high-achieving but modest.

Sometimes when I couldn’t sleep at night, I’d imagine I was plunging into a clear blue lagoon, letting the water relieve me of gravity’s pull, relieve me of the pull of human life.

I look down into my lap then I look at her, smile. “But are you glad you had me?”  I don’t know that this is not a question all children ask.

We’ve been in virtual schooling for about two weeks now.  The novelty, like my positivity, is wearing off. 

How does one launch one’s book during a pandemic? A group of us had the same question and we decided to join forces and ask it together.

We lived then in a university community, where marriage itself was subject to flinty-eyed skepticism—three of us eight to-be-marrieds were divorced, with kids in tow and wedding albums long lost in an attic or cellar.

I hate her for making me untimely soup. I hate her for taking my father’s time. And I hate her most, in that moment, for acting like a friend, or maybe a mother.

Fatness: Everyone will look at me. Everyone will judge me. Everyone will imagine I spend my days shoveling doughnuts and pizzas in my mouth, one...

by AnnMarie Roselli Vito and Carmella defied age in such a way that pretending they'd live forever was easy. My parents were entering year two...

I had just handled double skin cancer surgery. Surely, I could handle divorce.

I drove to the apartment, still upset, but shook myself off and went inside. My roommates were in the midst of preparing their dinners and I joined them to do the same. I didn’t have the courage to share what happened in the Colombian’s studio until now.

by Nancy Crisafulli  Ingredients From Mother’s Expansive Garden  1 cup low-cal self-esteem For correct blend mix equal parts shame, blame and overripe guilt. 2 cups shredded body image...