Tag archive for Nonfiction

I did not want to shower with my sister Lori anymore. I was in sixth grade and she was in fourth grade when I realized this was embarrassing. By this age, there had been sleepovers at other girls’ homes, and I had begun to notice…

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You don’t need to know who Dražen Petrović was. What you need to know is that they called him the Mozart of Basketball, and that he died on a rainy Monday on the Autobahn. What you need to know about Mozart is that he composed…

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It was an artist-designed t-shirt, displayed in the small, overflowing gift shop, on the historic boardwalk. “Jones Beach” was writ large in large gray, block letters. Within the letters were drawings of Adirondack chairs, beach umbrellas and other summer paraphernalia, all in different shades of…

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I drove a stranger to jail once because he begged me to, his sentence causing this sentence, compounded with my ignorance of his sense of time, how it has passed, where it has been kept, where to begin is with the facts: 25 years old,…

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And if there were a contest, and [this prisoner] had to compete in measuring the shadows with the prisoners who had never moved out of the den, while his sight was still weak, and before his eyes had become steady . . . would he…

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