Nonfiction

On my first day of school in second grade, Mr. Sharp asked my mother, Mrs. Kim, to come inside his classroom to ask if she had any questions. My mother shook her head no,...

In the corridor outside my office, there’s a staircase that leads nowhere. In fact, there are two. One I think of as going up. It has ten steps before it meets a wall. The...

The Crescent Woods Skate Park Drake chants from teenagers’ Bluetooth radios, his voice reverberating against the hot metal skateboard ramps of this summer evening. Elementary school kids sneaker up the ramps and slide back down,...

Have you ever been unable to pay a medical bill? Or perhaps you had to sacrifice something to get enough money to pay. Many people in recent years have been debating the question, should...

Illness and the Movement of Time Reflections on Architecture, Music, and the Benefits of Raw Honey (2018) The movement of time becomes painfully apparent when one is ill, either droning on during treatment and recovery, or...

What time is it? I pull out my phone and look at the time. 10:30?! It’s Friday, and we have been closed for two and a half hours! Why is it taking so long?...

Decay perhaps, or maybe erosion is a better word. The wearing away of outer layers. The gristle at the center exposed. We’re not talking about lovely river rocks, smooth and bulbous. Their trauma made...

Daddy was a civil engineer trying out to be a Fuller Brush Man. He'd bought a sales kit of samples—Fuller hairbrushes are guaranteed forever!—from the guy who would see if Daddy could sell door-to-door...

            I look at the grass art, leaning towards me at a 45-degree angle. Six flags are overlapping one another so elegantly, every blade of grass not surpassing the one next to it. I...

All claims I have made are tentative; I warn the reader against my bias, but I shall do my best to be honest and accurate. Discourse is welcomed. “…yet another school shooting in this country…” “One...