Greg and I were Going Out. In high school, that was a big deal. Anyone could date, but Going Out was serious. It meant passing cryptic and affectionate notes to each other in class. It meant slow...
https://hippocampusmagazine.com/2011/12/the-long-way-to-homebase-by-jodie-dalton/
That Thursday in late September, our basement trips were restricted to fetching supplies. Hurricane Gloria was rushing up the East Coast, and as the radio blared the song by the same name, the sk...
https://hippocampusmagazine.com/2011/12/blaze-of-gloria-by-suzanne-farrell-smith/
My mother and I are working our way down to Moab, where I will be leaving her in the care of my brother. A road trip with her is a risky thing; in motion, she can become as unmoored as any poor c...
https://hippocampusmagazine.com/2011/12/nothing-between-us-now-but-love-by-rick-kempa/
He works in mathematical algorithms; I work in failed utterances. In the borders of what language can’t or won’t or shouldn’t say, but does. And vice versa. Sometimes I wish I could explain...
https://hippocampusmagazine.com/2011/12/scarcity-by-kim-liao/
Like the House of Cadmus—the doomed royal family of Oedipus and Antigone—the gods cursed my family. No, we’re not doomed to marry one another and gouge our eyes out with stickpins. Instead,...
https://hippocampusmagazine.com/2011/12/the-fall-a-brief-anthology-by-ben-jolivet/
There are family traditions, then there are family traditions. Ours was the Thanksgiving sage stuffing. My immediate family now deceased, I’m not embarrassed to say this single tradition stood ...
https://hippocampusmagazine.com/2011/12/stuffing-the-bird-by-marisa-gina-mangani/
There is a wide divide between reality and remembering, and the memoirist is often left alone in his or her struggle to straddle that gap. That’s why organizations such as the National Associ...
Twitter is the consummate writer’s salon. Like the salons of old, it is a forum for the exchange of ideas. That alone is a boon to writers – the ebb and flow of “why” and “how.” Polit...
https://hippocampusmagazine.com/2011/12/writing-life-twitter-me-this-by-lisa-ahn/
Someone once said that writers write the stories that they badly want to read. These stories that writers write in order to read the stories they badly want to read are the stories that writers r...
I don’t know why my father went to Walmart in the first place (probably in search of his two favorite staples – skim milk and orange juice with lots of pulp), but I do remember the wide smile...
https://hippocampusmagazine.com/2011/12/november-prompts-i-was-once-called-by-another-name/