Nonfiction Issue #8: Rest & Recovery August 19th, 2021 August 19th, 2021 Coping by Melissa Brand t sixteen, I devoured books about troubled children—teens breaking with reality, kids like me, suffering and healing. The Best Little Girl in the World. I Never Promised You a Rose Garden. The Bell Jar. Ms. Hammaren, the school librarian, aware of my interest in psychology, fed me these books. At lunch, when I wasn’t at home unable to get out ...
Read MoreNonfiction Issue #8: Rest & Recovery August 19th, 2021 August 19th, 2021 How to Grieve by Jennifer Ng e thankful that Po Po, your maternal grandmother, passed away before the pandemic begins. Stay silent as others worry about their vulnerable family members as COVID-19 spreads across the world. Feel small whenever you’re told, “Speak up.” Meaning that they couldn’t hear you. Or maybe they never noticed you speaking in the first place. Hear your father say, “She’s dying” ...
Read MoreNonfiction Issue #8: Rest & Recovery August 19th, 2021 August 19th, 2021 No Tears Would Come by Tom Willemain t was so, so cold, and his wife was dying right in their bed. For weeks she’d insisted it was ok, it would go away. He pretended too, as long as he could. The wind rattled the windows, but she herself kept perfectly still. Any movement meant vertigo. The winter sunlight was pale and frigid, doing nothing to ...
Read MoreNonfiction Issue #8: Rest & Recovery August 19th, 2021 August 19th, 2021 Turtle Woman by Bethanie Gorny followed the sales lady over to the counter to finalize my tile purchase for a small bathroom renovation project. I handed her my credit card, and she began filling out paperwork so that my contractor could pick up the tile for me. I decided to sit down on the stool provided while I waited, something I’ve done countless ...
Read MoreNonfiction Issue #8: Rest & Recovery August 19th, 2021 August 19th, 2021 Nonfiction Letter from the Guest Nonfiction Editor: Practicing Wellness Coping | Melissa Brand How to Grieve | Jennifer Ng No Tears Would Come | Tom Willemain Turtle Woman | Bethanie Gorny
Read MoreNonfiction Issue #7: Mental Health April 15, 2021 Bipolarations by David Martinez he second time I was taken to a counselor was during my freshman year of high school in Puerto Rico. The school insisted, saying the only way I would be able to advance to sophomore year was if I saw a professional, was diagnosed, and was put into the homeroom for special cases. When asked about it not long ago, my parents said ...
Read MoreNonfiction Issue #7: Mental Health April 15, 2021 COVID Helped Me Grow My Garden by Catherine Kenwell ince the early days of COVID, my front-yard garden of brightly colored paper hearts has become well-known in our community. I’ve posted cutout neon hearts that read things like “Look at you with your COVID hair, you’re gorgeous!” or “Hug your bubble,” or my family’s favorite, “Don’t stand so close that we can smell your farts!” Because I’m ...
Read MoreNonfiction Issue #7: Mental Health April 15, 2021 Sorrow: Surviving a Son’s Suicide by Susan Wight lift up the faded brown T-shirt and gather its softness to my face, inhaling the scent I’ve known since Rion was born. The one he had when I first reached for him in the delivery room and nuzzled his fuzzy head—that sweet and sour mix of milky warmth and puppy belly. I think I could recognize the still-familiar, ...
Read MoreNonfiction Issue #7: Mental Health April 15, 2021 Rising Above by Martina Kontos held the blade of my nail scissors to the fleshy part of my thumb, tears streaming down my face as I debated whether or not to cut myself. Even though I badly wanted to, I wasn’t depressed, and I didn’t hate myself. No, nothing of the sort. My illness had started months earlier, with a single fleeting thought: Are those drivers ...
Read MoreNonfiction Issue #7: Mental Health April 15, 2021 Embracing Hope Through Six-Foot Balloons by Shannon Heath Parkin e live in virus-imposed balloons, each with a radius of six feet. Drifting apart from each other, we remain connected in our search to alleviate the uncertainty and isolation of the COVID-19 pandemic. I have been alone before, adrift in a sea of questions. In 1984, at the age of seventeen, I fell twenty-five feet in a hiking accident ...
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