 By: Kelly McDonald“We rise by lifting others.†—Robert G. Ingersoll (1833-1899)My wife, Beverly, worked as a medical… Read More
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 By: Alissa Kiedrowski“It’s too late.†The doctor looked sadly at the man lying on the bed in front of him.â€&o… Read More
By Elizabeth SmithIt is mid April, and I am with my two little daughters at the Air Force museum ten minutes north of our home. We are greeted by a tall, white-haired man, a veteran who volu… Read More
By E KraftSweet dewFlows long and clearRuns to the edge of pouting lipsA kiss to rescue the falling dropSavor,Try to recapture its fleetingSugarcane teaseBefore you wakeAnd wipe your mouthE… Read More
By: Kelly McDonaldThirty years ago, we builta new family home for seven children,at the base of a mountain, where wemade sure nothing would block our view of its rugged slopes.Summer a… Read More
By: Holly EllisonThey are old and grey. Wrinkled and stooped but full of stories. This one sits in the shadows of a dimly lit bar on a wet cobblestone street, holding dead roses in his… Read More
By Brittany RoeperIt was 7:32 p.m., and Eliza waited underneath the restaurant awning, barely out of reach of the rain. Wasn’t rain on your birthday supposed to be good luck? She… Read More
By Susan JohnsonWhat I encounter says more about me than what’s encountered.“There’s fresh bear scat ahead,” an approaching hiker says. “Oh great,” I say… Read More
By: Kelly McDonald Editor's note: This is Episode 3 of a three-part memoir series comprising micro-essays. Each essay touches on a memory highlight, describing it in less than 500… Read More
By Elizabeth SmithLeft pills out. Called Poison Control Read More
By: John Dougherty A book you gave me once bedecksMy bookshelves still (an inscription safely tucked within)From back when giving books was still the thing.How permanent its presence ha… Read More
By Lauren Derrick Two universes collided. That’s how I came face to face with myself. I—she—looked good. Man, that version of me looked good. Ever since I can remember… Read More
By Marietta CalvanicoIt seemed I always walked in just as he was squeezing his coffee sock. I don’t feel like explaining what that means; it’s enough to say that the inmat… Read More
By Kelly McDonaldEditor's note: This is Episode 2 of a three-part memoir series comprising micro-essays. Each essay touches on a memory highlight, describing it in less than 500 words… Read More
By: Colin James Delmore, that's the third … Read More
By Elizabeth SmithThis morning, the tree sparklesin its blanket of white,bestowed from the mostrecent storm.The snow drips down a branch,almost becoming an icicle locked in place,reflecting… Read More
By Jeanette MillerIn the 1960s, an invisible, unwritten code of the small, midwestern town where I came of age required girls to grow up Iowa-nice, and nice meant you didn’t get angry… Read More
By: Kelly McDonaldAuthor's Note: This literary piece is the beginning of a series of micro-essays, which is an experiment in expressing memoir as a sequence of remembered experiences… Read More
By: Melissa CookThe days before my mother died are a blur of colors. I am not sure if this is because I was too young or because so little of it seems grounded in reality. It was not until a… Read More
By Elizabeth SmithThree women stretchTogether with the bands and gabAbout some family drama at Christmas.A couple dozen members flood inFor the morning spin classAnd finish in an exodus.An e… Read More
By Lauren DerrickEditor's Note: This story is the final episode of the Marvelous Mind of Marilyn Hansen series hosted on the Pensieve. Madelyn aimed a small pistol at Byrd. &ldquo… Read More
By Tony Hozeny1Virgil was glad to escape home for errands. He stopped at the liquor store and bought a six-pack of India pale ale. At the library, he selected a new biography of Harry Trum… Read More
By: Kelly McDonaldIf the path before you is clear, you areprobably on someone else’s. Joseph CampbellI was the youngest of five brothers, growing up in a rural Utah community… Read More
By: Mitchel MontagnaStanford Goldman’s rental skidded into the parking lot of a school just west of Lancaster, Pennsylvania, near Amish country. He’d forgotten how suddenly… Read More
By Lauren DerrickEditor's Note: This story is part of the Marvelous Mind of Marilyn Hansen series hosted on the Pensieve. “Brigham’s sending you the tracker link and so… Read More
By Elizabeth SmithI gaze at the hair in my reflection: It is evidence that I am ripening,that my body is catching up with my “old soul.”It is a testament that I have survived the… Read More
By Alexandria WyckoffThe clock ticks forward.It’s hard to believe only a minutehas passed while I listen to this monotony in front of me.I scribble down meaninglesswords as the ink run… Read More
By: Kelly McDonald “Call me trimtab” &nbs… Read More
By: Shelley SmithsonThe afternoon basks in the autumn light,Sunshine warming the seconds of the dayAs they tick onward against the aging blossoms.Future and past meet in the angle of the lig… Read More
By Lauren DerrickEditor's Note: This story is part of the Marvelous Mind of Marilyn Hansen series hosted on the Pensieve.Finley and Robert Byrd walked through a subway station, followed clos… Read More
By Elizabeth SmithConfidence does not stay nearno matter how it comes, fast or slow,and I must try to keep it here.Like when the ice in March last yearquickly melted, retreating in a flow,co… Read More
By Kaitlyn R. SullivanIcebergs drifting in a line,one by one and side by side.I know you see them, seemingly fine.With what’s below will you collide?One by one and side by side,all our… Read More
By: Lauren DerrickAt the crack of dawnAn egg yolk slides upSizzling in skyPeeling back the skinSingeing the red flesh—Dewy grapefruit.Aroused from slumberUnable to wakeSearing, s… Read More
By: Kelly McDonaldThe sun peeks over the east mountains as we begin our morning walk. Our long shadows reach toward the west as we, man and dog, start this regular regimen, tethered to… Read More
By: Erin SchalkPraise the lifetime surgery scar, the hidden mark of a child-survivor.Praise the teenage hair loss, teachingbeauty can be grown within.Praise the damaged intestines… Read More
By Elizabeth SmithTrucks full of gravel slow us on the country road, adorned with traffic cones until we turn toward the trailhead. We stroll, my family and I, along the thawed marsh, where… Read More
By Anita PanIn the hot, muggy days of July and August, China takes it upon herself to be as unpleasant as possible. Furious streams of light burst forth and tear curtains apart in forty-some… Read More
By: Kelly McDonaldNow that I am on my journey as a septuagenarian, my regular exercise regimen of running has slowed to a brisk walking gait. But I keep going every morning when the we… Read More
By: Lauren DerrickEditor's note: This is another episode in the series, The Marvelous Mind of Marilyn Hansen.Marilyn Hansen stood at the front desk of an aging reception room. Th… Read More
By Elizabeth SmithTwo magpies glide to the treeOutside our bedroom window.“Look!” I whisper to my daughter,Who looks too much like meToday: tangled hair, stillIn a nightgown, wet… Read More
By Lauren DerrickThe Pensieve Editor's Note: This story is a continuation of the Marvelous Mind of Marilyn Hansen series. Brigham’s phone lit up, and he jerked, then stood upright. By… Read More
By: Kelly McDonaldMy upstairs window looks out on many vistas.From my darkened room, I can see traveling neighbors,leaving their homes, then returning.I might wave, and they may notice… Read More
By: Kallie FarraI remember afternoons filled with subtle wind, ruffling glass, and snow glinting off the distant mountain range. When the wind would carry my words to the wisps of dandelions… Read More
By Elizabeth SmithThe Pensive editor's note: This story is the final episode in the Classified series.The baby screamed. Jade unplugged the curling iron and dropped it onto the bathroo… Read More
By Lauren DerrickThe Pensieve Editor's Note: The following is a continuation of the Marvelous Mind of Mariyln Hansen series. As the passengers dispersed into the airport, Finley turned to he… Read More
By: Kelly McDonaldThe timer counted down. A focused quiet surrounded me as I hustled to get everything ready for the finale, carefully following each item on my checklist, making sure… Read More
By: Chanel EarlEditor's Note: This is an example of a literary form known as a 'haibun'. Haibun originated in Japan and typically combines prose and haiku.My two daughters and I travel… Read More
By Lauren DerrickThe Pensieve Editor's Note: This is a continuation of the Marvelous Mind of Marilyn Hansen series. Brigham fidgeted with his phone, cycling through a series of cameras that… Read More
By Elizabeth SmithThe Pensieve Editor's Note: This is a continuation of the Classified series.Gloria knelt and buttoned her granddaughter’s lacey dress.“Are you excited, little f… Read More
By Jarom PetrichEach flake of drifting snow can tell a story all its own,The frigid cold and howling wind help shape the way they’re grown.And crystals formed in boiling depths compres… Read More
