Jena Taylor is a high school Math teacher living in Greenville, South Carolina. She majored in Math and Theater at Coker College. She has...

Twenty-eight, living in an old lightkeeper’s house on San Juan Island, the lighthouse long ago automated. My daughter, Isabella, was...

On July 19, 2007, I’m on the South Carolina coast, a place I’ve known for 29 summers. It’s possible I’m doing one of the following:...

My story ten years ago is not of bravery or a valor, it’s a very ordinary story about an ordinary person. I had moved to Bangkok as a...

The morning is too bright even for black sunglasses. Everything comes with a glare and my eyes squint behind Ray-Bans. I’m still buzzed...

“Wandeka, is that you?” I turned to find my former college roommate, staring, slack-jawed, at my hair. I ran a hand over my shorn curls...

Fresh out of an MA program, I’ve nothing doing but a wait-and-see adjunct gig for fall and nine hours a week tutoring for an online...

There’s a man who shows up in all my quiet moments. While I drive to school, he sits in the back seat. He ducks down when cars pass, when...

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. -...

What I would say to the girl that was me, lying sprawled on a couch in the dark ten years back. Girl that I was, who had trekked 29,011...