Category Archives: Nonfiction

“I’m too young to be a grandmother,” I told Paul, over the phone. Puberty had come to my fledgling lady killer. He was taller now and his body was filling out. I didn’t have to force him into the shower … Continue reading →

I grew up attending the Catholic Church. The traditions and architecture of Catholicism are seated deep within me, and although I no longer attend the Catholic Church, I am sure what I experienced as a child lives within me still. … Continue reading →

Step One: Watch your father pay credit card bills every month for 18 years. Notice how guilty you feel for picking out an expensive prom-dress. Step Two: Attend an private christian college. Work every semester and sometimes go hungry. Leave … Continue reading →

In trance it’s always mid-summer in the meadow where I meet the circle of my previous selves, the girls, my muses. The meadow encircles a pond whose mud shores decline gradually into blood-warm water. A circle of pine trees interspersed … Continue reading →

I stand in the calm of my kitchen at home, now that the whistle of the teakettle has been silenced. Although I am awake, I am not yet sharp in my mind. Tea will help: the momentum of the boil … Continue reading →

My fellow editors and I had the privilege of getting to know Stacy Furrer while we were all getting our MFAs. Stacy was there when TWF was just an idea, she was one of our first contributors, and has continued … Continue reading →

I pass by the store where you work on my way home. I have been crying since I got your final text. We are over. We are over. We are over.   My wife, Holly, and I get home at … Continue reading →

I may have been too fat in my one-piece bathing suit but I thought I looked like Joan Baez, with my long straight brown hair and wise face. That pleased me, to look like a famous singer who represented moral … Continue reading →

My mother planned our vacations and because she was not quite normal, neither were our vacations. While I dreamt of cheesy Disney cruises and relaxing all-inclusives, sipping virgin daiquiris at the pool bar like my vacationing teenage peers, part of … Continue reading →

“Dalai Lama’s nephew dies in traffic accident” Feb. 15, 2011, CNN.com for Jigme Norbu (1965 – 2011) I last saw you on Kirkwood Avenue. I told you that I would be spending a year studying abroad in Germany. I’ve been … Continue reading →