Category Archives: Non-Fiction
Winter: The New Beach Season
This may be a untimely post but beach season is almost coming to an end and I couldn’t be happier. My family has had a long tradition of visiting the beach in the winter. I joke that we are a “family of winter waves” and I can only hope to hold on to this tradition […]
It Was Quick
“They brought in another one,” my father said. I walked into the kitchen in black pajamas, half-asleep but full of dread. I didn’t need to ask what I would find. The cats circled a baby rabbit, there was blood in the water and it had attracted all three like sharks. This was the eighth rabbit […]
Creative Writing: The Piano War
When I was 5 years old, I was forced to play the piano. I hated piano. One day it just appeared at our house like a thief in the night, never mind the fact that on the back it said “Property of Boston College.” I went to lessons twice a week and I had to […]
Creative Non-Fiction: Walking Photographs
This piece is dedicated to my grandmother. I fear that my knowledge of my grandmother is incomplete. During holidays, her name rarely comes up anymore, as if her death signaled the exsanguination of her whole existence. Once a full blooded human being, she has now been reduced to dry remarks and yellowing photographs. She died […]
Creative Non-Fiction: Bleach and Revenge
Bleach, such a wonderful concoction. It boasts to remove any stain, disinfect any surface, and eliminate any unfavorable odors. My house alone always has two gallons on hand for the laundry and typical cleaning duties. It is the answer to every question. How do I get this grass stain out? Bleach. The wine bottle left […]
Creative Non-Fiction: Bisquick Tears
I grew up in a household that lived off of Bisquick. Primarily, it was used for pancakes and still is to this day. Every Saturday and Sunday, I am awakened by my father shuffling with the pots and pans because the skillet that he needs is the one in the very back of the cabinet. […]
Creative Non-Fiction: Weed the Weeds
“There you are, with your thumb in your ass and your mind in neutral!” That was my father’s favorite phrase when he saw me sitting around doing nothing. He would see watching TV as chewing gum for the mind and would urge me to sit down and read book instead. When I began devour books […]
