Creative Nonfiction

Landfall

I am thirteen, standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, naked. Florida summer heat presses hard against the house, seeping in through thin walls. It’s hurricane season. The window unit chugs and sputters in an attempt to trim thick waves of heat into wisps of cool relief. It’s failing. The air is stagnant. My hands…

Black Holes

My cousin and her husband, both astrophysicists, wear puffy coats and shiny sunglasses. They step out of their SUV, arriving at our house for the weekend. I haven’t spent much time with Laura the last twenty years. I only see her at my mom’s annual Christmas Eve party. Laura’s seven-year-old daughter fumbles out of the car and…

Where It Begins

It all starts with the weather. Comes a day when summer finally gives in to the faintest freshet of chill and a slim new light and just like that, you’re gone. Wild in love with the autumn proviso. You can see that the standing trees are all busy lighting themselves up ember-orange around the hemline, starting their…

Johnson City

Stephen was singing along and tapping his hands on the steering wheel to the Mountain Goats, one of his favorite bands. It was a good day for driving and singing. October blue sky, hills layered with oaks and maples and sweetgums flashing scarlet and gold leaves. We’d left Chapel Hill…