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The Kitchen

“Tayler,” my dad looked me in the eye, “You’re not people. You’re staff.” All I wanted was to take a shortcut through the house to finish...

Midnight: An exploration of the in-between

1. As a child, midnight was a far-off place whose only inhabitants were dreams afraid of daylight. My parents made me go to bed around...

11:00 p.m.

My critic likes black coffee and bold red wine. My critic tells me I should go to bed earlier and drink more water. My critic keeps my...

Reflection on my first love.

Radiant was what he called me that mid-morning in April, with shadowy lines across my face from the sun through my blinds, and he told me...

Conversation with US-95

I drive north, wondering about the first boy I took to meet my parents, driving 80 mph in my 2003 Subaru flying past the slow lives of...

From the Heroine's Journey

Supernatural Intervention I signed up to usher at the early-morning jazz concerts during Idaho All-State weekend. It was easy, I just...

nine.

i pretended it was funny when my boss told me i looked good on my knees, i was sixteen. i pretended to brush it off when my brother...