Issue 15 / Fall 2018 The hum and swoosh of the ventilator echo constantly in the small room in the ICU. My 37-year-old husband, Michael, lies as if asleep—his eyes closed, his face rosy and serene, his injury invisible. A thick, white bandage swathes his head....
Issue 15 / Fall 2018 I was determined to be a model grandmother. Less than two years ago, my charming but guarded and somewhat anxiety-prone son, Zach, finally married Becky, his gem of a girlfriend. And three months ago, they had their first child. When they...
Issue 15 / Fall 2018 When I received my high school aptitude tests results, smuggling drugs wasn’t one of the vocations listed. “Honey, we’re home!” I was startled awake by Danny yelling when he and Steve entered the hotel room; smells of exhaust fumes, fresh...
On transforming the personal into the universal By Katya Ellis Kayleigh Wanzer sees writing creative nonfiction as a cathartic process. From drafting and revising to editing, “the experience becomes less about what I went through and more about what is on...
Issue 11 / Fall 2017 When I escaped from an intensive wilderness therapy program, I got labeled a “run risk” and my diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder with a history of suicidal behavior labeled me a “self-harm risk.” Both made me utterly unappealing to all...
