Originally posted on BREVITY's Nonfiction Blog:
The Arranged Marriage by V. V. Pukirev About a year ago, I made a decision. The last relationship I had been in, with a partner…
A year ago, January 17 was a Friday. I was sitting in “the chair.
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by Mandy Len Catron More than 20 years ago, the psychologist Arthur Aron succeeded in making two strangers fall in love in his laboratory. Last summer, I applied his technique in my own […]
Originally posted on the love story project:
I spent a couple hours deep cleaning my home on Tuesday. It started with my desk, which needed dusting and de-cluttering so I could sit…
by Hafizah Geter at VIDA: Women in the Literary Arts Because it’s afternoon. Because the sun is setting. Because I’m followed home at night and to work some mornings. Because I looked upset. […]
by Tia Jensen. “I was hungry. Ramen noodles were not available in Kentucky until I was in high school. Daddy would boil them for an hour, ’til they softened, expanded, swelled. He’d toss the water out, add spice last. Shared with four people, one packet never enough.”
By Karen Lynch. “I know how to shoot to kill, but I can’t shoot a gun out of a man’s hand. Civilians always think cops can do that, but only Annie Oakley could have pulled off that sort of trick. I know how to stay married, but I don’t how to keep passion burning in a long marriage, and maybe I also view those who say they can as I do Annie, rare, unlikely, and highly skilled.”
by Vanessa Blakeslee I spent the first week of October with my father, side-by-side in the Florida condo where I’ve long resided. Pieces to a board game lay scattered throughout the house, the […]
by Sharon Kessler —from Rattle #44, Summer 2014 [download audio] Seems like every time you turn around, something else just hit the ground. —Bob Dylan, “Everything Is Broken” I have woven a parachute […]