selected by Heather Cripps

Georgina Willis

We weren’t the wild-grown, wayward girls we often daydreamed we were. We babysat for our neighbors and complimented our mothers’ baked salmon; we drove our dad...

The Big Stunt

My wife is threatening to make the jump on her 1982 Kawasaki. “You take it back,” she says. “Nope.” She revs the engine, sending our two little Pomera...

A Girl Attends a Pep Rally

On the walk home from the bus, she practices what she will say about her day. There was a pep rally this afternoon. Principal Wheezely Weasley gave a speech I ...

The Mite in My Left Eye

The curtains in my room never keep anything out—not the sun's audacity to be shining this bright this early, and not the sounds of the neighbors fighting—again...

Exhale

On our way home from the food truck, I tug Dylan’s elbow and he nearly drops his burrito—pinching it, lightning-quick, between gloved fingers. “Catastrophe a...

Little Ghost

When we have our daughter, I expect her to be real. I expect her to weigh something, to hold her in my hand. The childbirth pains are so intense I think I mu...

The Hug

Wheeling Mama into the gym is when it catches me, all the anxiety. When Coach first made the suggestion, I couldn’t be anxious because her idea was sweet. My mo...

Exit a Goddess

Every year, I was sent to stay with my grandmother during the ten days of celebration for Dussehra. Sometimes she went all out and had a nine-step golu in celeb...