"We were constantly in fear of her hitting or pushing a friend, destroying a friend's toy, or throwing a block at someone’s head. We started to isolate ourselves because we were embarrassed of how our child acted around others."
"And these are the things I carry: the memories of those gone before us; the names of those entrusted to me to care for."
"Not Forgotten: Another Glimpse into the Funeral Industry" is a new work of flash nonfiction from our columnist Hollace Sheppard.
Zona. I have always thought that names of diseases sound so beautiful. This is the story of a disease that lives with me.
In this story I shifted my attention to the young woman –a nurse or a volunteer– who sat beside me and held my hand throughout abortion.
J. Sumerau·
All ContentAutoethnographic Flash NonfictionAutoethnographic Literary FictionVolume 3, Issue 4 (2023)
··19 min readThis short story about a night in a shed is an attempt to encourage any reader to think about the stories that circulate within communities.
In a single paragraph that represents one long thought, “I’d say I was a runner” explores the act of running as a form of self-therapy.
Atlas Markers: An Emerging Autoethnography Author’s Memo Atlas Markers n is largely a thought-piece on the development of a research...
