nonfiction I’m interested in is the kind that asks: what do I know? and how do I tell a story about who I am ... out, and I didn’t know how to do that with a three-month-old or a one-year-old. So I started writing ... narrative. Someone or something did something bad to me, but I got though it somehow and I feel better about ...
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I propped your brother’s son up on my lap and stuffed him full of crunchy snacks—I didn’t want him to ... . I think of our male friend who, when we told him how IUI works, laughed and said, Wow, poor us, we just ... Tinder. The doctor looks up at me from between your legs and says, Do you want to do it? I’m so unprepared ...
letting the urine dry some before I stood and marched past the bikers and Marines who no doubt wanted me ... where vagina-euphemism took my order and scowled at me for laughing at her name. —I don’t want to imply ... a donkey’s asshole, then I would understand if a Japanese man or woman laughed when I told him or her who ...
some writers know from the time they are kids that this is what they want to do. I didn’t know really ... sense of when you are in the middle of it. It wasn’t like, “Oh, I can’t do this.” I just didn’t know ... would want to hear those stories. That’s what reading Mango Street did for me. It made me see and ...
with Clarence standing there that Annie could see how thin he really was. Maybe it was the missing arm, ... she started to cry. "Don't turn on the Niagara around me. I can't stand ... Page 80 from Issue 51 mindful of an infinity of liquor; a boyish face frozen into a mask of ...
Page 80 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY The Dream In a desolate spot on the road that leads from the ... out of my head, I went crazy with remorse and loneliness. 80 Issue 99 page ... riveted me the first time I encountered it years ago. Everything about it had the feeling of uneasy magic, ...
him. But what if she did! I want to yell. (Let me tell you, if she did and I confessed, he would shout ... finding a scientist at a college who will tell us just how bad the river really is, in science terms. We ... turn into a nutjob like him and no one will want to be around me either. It’s my senior year and I’m ...
Page 66 from Issue 94 TRIQUARTERLY meant to take their side but had somehow or other taken someone ... would never cut him off completely. No matter what he said or did, no matter how thoroughly he burned ... the lay of the land, I'm simply asking you, as Anastasia Wamanf wanted me to, whether you can ...
kind Mrs. McAdams, who sat next to me on our piano bench once a week, would surely tell you, I’m very ... father drives me crazy. Bat-shit crazy. I’ve spent years diagnosing him. He is a remarkable mix of merry ... him (or as my wife likes to put it, “the day begins when he opens his eyes”), and he wants to control ...
her questions. I want her to tell me how to live and what to believe in. She winks and hands me ... hand and telling me to take it for a while, it was bringing him no luck. He pushed me away, saying go, ... eighth grade, I want right now to pummel this loud man. The girl who came to live with me in Seattle had ...