“There was a lot of spite in our family.” A story of explosive grief and simmering tensions in a family who struggle to come together.
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“Too much simplicity conceals the hollows where what is unspoken lurks in the darkness.” An essay on family dynamics and food.
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“I have one eye trained on the volcanic mountain…” Today’s #EssaySaturday is “The Current Unrest” by Kaitlin Solimine.
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It makes him feel the same as on the day it happened, but he never cries.
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Sooner or later, everyone has to hear their voice for the first time.
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On my doorstep a package. On the package no name but I’m pretty sure it’s from my mom even though she died 10 years ago today.
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If I call you, you’ll say, hello, I’ll say, hi mum, it’s me, Catherine, then you’ll hang up.
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Would a more loving partner have pieced the clues together? Should I have known? It seemed so obvious now.
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To me it’s like he’s holding open a door behind which lies a shiny new future, a bright new beginning, and all we have to do is walk through and ...
We swung in the wooden swing, creaking back and forth, or rocked in paint-pealing chairs while she and my parents talked of weather, war, politics, or relatives.
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I liked Ben enough. I didn’t love him; I could never love someone so whole.
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He drives a bus, he lives above a shop, he drinks cheap wine, and he is now alone.
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His mother hovers over a pirate ship cake. The father loiters by the tea urn.
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‘I’m afraid there’s been another incident with your father.’ David remains motionless, hoping the information, like a wasp at a picnic, will bother someone else. Following the previous complaint, he ...
There are three cats in this story: two dead; one dying, then dead. There is one man. Also dying, then dead. This is a true story. ...
Sitting in the Cricketers pub, I listened as Grandma asked me whether I typically experienced difficulties “passing stools.” She seemed disappointed when I told her, “No, I didn’t.” I was ...
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January 2020. We were preparing for a new semester, a doomed semester, but we didn’t know it yet. On the third floor of ...
Grief and ruminating on what could have been said.
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When one thing changes everything.
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Regarding the pain of others
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