By: Geoffrey Abrams I had to pee1. Cramped and profusely sweating, my bladder was pulsating to the rhythm of my heart. Minute by minute, breath by breath, the immense caprice to vacate my workstation and full-sprint from the back of the restaurant to the front, where the single stalled bathrooms were located, and relieve myself…
Category: Memoir
Fatherhood And Friendship: A Short Memoir Through Music
By Rachel Charles My dad and I’s biweekly trip to Costco was something I held very close to my heart when I was growing up. It wasn’t the riveting act of grocery shopping that I looked forward to every two weeks, but the music that would play on the car ride there. My dad’s beat-up…
Amber, Alabaster, or Orange: A Memoir in Color
By Julianna Tague My favorite color as a child was orange. There was a family down the street who had a gigantic white pine – nothing extraordinary in my home state of Michigan, but magnificent nonetheless to a three-year-old me – in their yard, and they’d wrap it in warm orange lights at Christmastime every…
Like Icarus, I Yearned For The Sky
By Vivian Swanson I have been alive for 6,994 days. I can’t even begin to think about that number, to conceptualize it, to think of a week and then several weeks and then months and then years, all of the numbers spiraling in my head. 6,994 days and yet as I sit here, it feels…
Our Nation’s Values
By: Emma Millin Please Note: This essay was written in 2022. In the first three months of 2023 alone, there have been record-setting numbers of anti-queer bills being proposed and passed. This is not going away, and in fact, it’s getting worse. “We respect and preserve religious freedom and values dear to our communities….
A Permanent Love Letter
By Monika Krueger Click on the following link to view the entire zine!
I Wish I Loved Chris
By: Anne-Claire Edwards I was 18 years old and had never dated anyone. I’d like to say it didn’t bother me, but a small inkling of self-doubt would always manage to creep in whenever I considered my relationship status. Was it because I wasn’t attractive enough? What did I lack that all my friends who…
City Of Good Neighbors
By Mariel Gousios My friend’s face gleamed at the thought of spring break. She’s returning to her sunny life in LA, where God’s light shines down on marbled sidewalks and crystallized beaches and people who think they’re cooler than they are. The fog settles over the city as a blanket, hiding what’s under it until…
More Bananas
Notes On The End Of Things By Monika Krueger I’m on the overhead speaker at my hometown library and it’s evening announcement time: Attention Thomas Ford Patrons, the library will be closing in 15 minutes. If there’s anything you’d like to check out, please come to the circulation desk now. Thank you and I say…
Move to the Music
By: Huck Henderschedt When I look back on my life, a constant that has always been there has been music. Unfortunately, despite that constant, my life has been anything but consistent. I’ve moved seven times throughout my life, each time being hundreds or even thousands of miles apart. These journeys, however, have all allowed me…