Image Credit: Lee Seung Ho The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. -Isak Dinesan Mama is a jomnyeo. Her breath is her livelihood. She…
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Image Credit: Tom Cowton. Fuchsia bush growing in Torres del Paine National Park, Chile circa 2004. I was 13 the first time my mother threatened to kick me out of…
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Creative Nonfiction / Essay
Separated by Glass: On Losing a Loved One to COVID-19
by Guest Contributor October 2, 2020My mom was admitted to St. John’s Hospital on Wednesday, April 29, with fatigue, shortness of breath, fever, and confusion. Upon arrival, she tested positive for COVID-19. Three days later,…
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One spring afternoon in 1992, my mother and I went to the pet store to buy birdseed and walked out with four baby chicks. Whenever our family acquired a new…
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Creative Nonfiction / EssayFeatured
Literacy Narrative: The Grief Syllabus
by Guest Contributor February 20, 2020“Don’t say mourning. It’s too analytical. I’m suffering.” —Roland Barthes, from a journal kept after his mother’s death…
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Ma, it’s been a while since we’ve talked, really talked. I’m not sure of the last time we had a conversation that we both wanted to be in, of the…
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I scrawl snippets of my life onto scraps of paper and tuck them between the covers of my unwritten books. How will I spin these muddled bits of memory into…
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I wouldn’t walk away from my mother’s dead body. After my sisters and I had washed her breasts, belly, arms, and smoothed scented cream over her soft, soft papery skin,…
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Under the scratchy polyester quilt in our rented trailer I listened to the volley of insults grow thick and loud on the other side of the wall. Cabinet doors slammed,…
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If you run my mother’s name through a search engine, the third or fourth spot down is an article about something good she may have done. After that it’s all…
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Creative Nonfiction / EssayFeatured
WOVEN: Oceanic Poetics: A Mother Study in Waves
by Guest Contributor October 16, 2019WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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In sixth grade, my family’s brand-new minivan exploded. The smell of burning rubber blotted out the smell of concession stand burgers that evening from its parking spot across the street…
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Image Credit: Bailey Pennington In that very moment—hearing the doctor strip his hands free of the latex gloves he had just used in the examination room—my worst nightmare was…
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Image Credit: Ally Sobola My son wears the word “visible,” tattooed in Times Roman, on his left arm. The tattoo was a present from me for his 18th birthday. A…