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Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Baton Rouge

It was hot and I wanted to die, in a way. I was tired of being twenty-five years old and festering as an undergraduate at one of the largest cow colleges in the deep South.

By Louis E. Bourgeois July 2008
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Along For The Ride

Up until two weeks before her death, my mother drove her little Toyota through the streets of Boston every day. She couldn’t do it alone; my father had to help her. He guided her in and out of the car and turned the key in the ignition.

By Joan Marcus April 2006
Readers Write

Out Of Reach

A silver bookmark, the Milky Way, college-prep courses

By Our Readers April 2004
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories


The heat that summer was a living thing that tangled around you, tripping you, slowing you to a crawl. New York City was draped in an impressionist haze. It was 1957. I was thirteen and had my first job, stapling tags onto winter clothes in the warehouse of a department store.

By Michelle Cacho-Negrete January 2004
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

How To Make God Laugh

A full moon is rising peach-colored the night of the five-hundred-year anniversary of Columbus’s landing in the New World. Six months ago I planned for this to be the day I’d finish my novel.

By Sarah Pemberton Strong January 2004
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Getting Away

After a cycling accident left my husband, Ralph, a quadriplegic, I had a furtive fear that, given the opportunity, I might bolt. I might up and leave him and all his problems. Like a deer avoiding an oncoming vehicle, I’d dash away and disappear forever into the safety of a thick, impenetrable forest.

By Susan Parker January 2004
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Pleasure Was All Mine

“Leroy’s going to stay here for a little while,” Jerry announced to my husband Ralph and me one day. Leroy stood behind him looking skinny and frail, dressed in a frayed nylon sweat suit and carrying a paper sack of belongings.

By Susan Parker October 2003
Readers Write

Wasting Time

Saucer-shaped rocks, a bicycle-courier business, roller skates

By Our Readers July 2003