by Nan Wheeler My mother used to tell the story of when I was a toddler and took a fall from the top of the stairs. We lived in a housing project in an apartment with concrete floors and two levels. Momma said it was a miracle how, midway down the stairs, I managed to...
by Tom Hofmann About six years had passed before I began to write about electroconvulsive therapy. I had thought about the procedure in the intervening years, but I hadn’t pulled the parts together. To do so would require acknowledging that it had occurred. It...
by Judith Ennamorato As a child she could will them to materialize simply by closing her large hazel eyes for a couple of minutes and believing: truly believing. That appeared to be the key…true belief as opposed to ‘pretend’ belief. Almost...
by Laura C. Alonso Third time that day, he was on me. On me like bees to a flower (or flies on shit, he’d correct me, no doubt). Sucking sweet nectar and breathing that breath — damn that breath –’round my head, in my ear, pestering, bugging,...
by Nan Wheeler I was shuffling through my nightstand drawer when I came across the two letters. They were dated 8 years apart and represented all that was left of, at best, an always-tentative relationship. I couldn’t resist removing the papers from their envelopes as...
