by J.M.C. Kane
My aunt Dorothy had Alzheimer’s. My mother Phyllis took charge of her care. This was not discussed. It was simply what happened. Continue reading
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by E.G. Willy
Mom says, “The nineteenth, that’s an important date. I don’t remember why.”
“It’s John’s birthday.”
“Sorry?” she says, reaches for her hearing aides, tries to adjust their volume.
“John, it’s his birthday.”
She thinks about this. “Did I send him something?” Continue reading
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by Khadijah Abdul Haqq
The first day of the conference, I tell myself that I must give people a chance based on their personalities and not where the sun sat in the sky the day they were born. I remind myself that not everyone born in January shares my unequivocal thirst for solitude or management. And that I am a Muslim and referring to zodiac signs is against my religion. Continue reading
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by Andi Boyd
My best friend and I used to tear the legs off grasshoppers. Worse, we also sometimes popped their bright bulbous eyes. That summer one of our parents had gone to Shopko and bought us a bright, neon kiddie pool to share. This was where we held our swimming lessons for the ladybugs not wise enough to hide. We were not very good instructors. Mostly, we drowned them in droves. When we flung our collection of insects from the side of the plywood that nested in the crevice of a dead tree—our tree house—into the pool below, we called it diving school. Though diving was not something either of us was brave enough to do yet. Our swimming days at Crossroads Health Club were spent mostly in the hot tub, where we begged the supervising adult to spin us around like we were cooked vegetables in a hot stew. I was a carrot. My best friend, potato. Continue reading
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