Category Archives: Memoir

Swashbuckled

Posted on April 17, 2015 by Melissa Holbrook Pierson

Falling in love with a dead man, raising a son, losing a lover… Melissa Holbrook Pierson watches TV with Robin Hood. Continue reading →

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How to Make Friends With Your Mannequin

Posted on April 10, 2015 by Robert Leaver

Maybe I was lonely. I thought it would be fun to get a mannequin and dress him up in overalls and take pictures of us working together outside. That was the first idea—some sort of amusing male-bonding photo essay. We … Continue reading →

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The Sun’s Own Room

Posted on March 27, 2015 by Jordan Rosenfeld

Jordan Rosenfeld’s dad was a dealer. Selling pot in amounts that could have put him in federal prison. The money bought designer clothes, cars – and decades of uncertainty. Continue reading →

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An illness by any other name will still mess you up

Posted on March 25, 2015 by Litsa Dremousis

Litsa Dremousis with the single best offer on the Internet. Continue reading →

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A Song Shall Lead (and Annoy) Them: “Let It Go” from Frozen

Posted on March 23, 2015 by Robert Burke Warren

“Let It Go” crystallizes something intense and very real but otherwise formless, and little kids, who, bless them, do not know from “cool,” love it more than any other song, ever. Even boys. For the first time in history, boys do not categorically run from a Disney princess. They are drawn to Elsa. I am fortunate to bear witness to all of this, and so are you. At the risk of overstating it, it feels historic. Continue reading →

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Formerly Edna’s: My House in the Country

Posted on March 20, 2015 by Teresa Giordano

When Teresa Giordano bought a country house in the Catskills, she got a lot more than she bargained for. On the everpresent connection between one home and its past, especially on windy nights. Continue reading →

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The Dusty Tail, or We Were In Boise

Posted on March 13, 2015 by Timothy Braun

When Timothy Braun’s beloved travel companion Dusty had a bump on his tail, the news was shattering. A story of the hand-drawn stars aligning on the walls of a plastic Elizabethan collar. Continue reading →

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