Nonfiction

“An Open Letter to Sebastian Stan, what did you say about me?!” by Madelyn May

Nov 4th, 2026 | By

At the time of our encounter I was ushering a door in my mandated khaki best and a collared shirt with all the erotic energy of a public middle school band concert. The event was a movie premiere at Lincoln Center. Some Matt Damon/Ben Affleck flick watched exclusively by dads in those wrinkly leather recliners that smell faintly of Costco peanuts, whisky, and an underlining fear of the great beyond.



“My cat is a serial killer,” by Karen Weissert

Oct 28th, 2026 | By

While felines hold a special place in my heart, I support all of God’s creatures, including local wildlife, and never want to see them injured or killed. Which is why it pains me to tell the story of Annabelle, a Russian Blue rescue who stole my heart and continues to hold it ransom while living the life of an executioner – not out of necessity but for the love of the kill.



“Growing Up With Thrifty Parents,” by Steve Carney

Sep 16th, 2026 | By

Much of my parental direction during the decade of my preteen and teen years was focused on saving as much money as possible on life’s daily routines. My parents’ cost-saving and oft-puzzling directives sometimes gave rise to adolescent angst, but, in retrospect, were generally harmless.

Today, several decades later (six decades later for the benefit of full disclosure), these directives still resonate. Some elicit smiles, some trigger nostalgic memories, some prompt wonderment. In fairness to all parties, they were meant to be in the best interest of the entire family long-term, and not intended as punishment (at least that’s what I want to believe!).



“Bench Encroachment,” by Eric Goldfarb

Sep 2nd, 2026 | By

A year after my son died I found myself in a property dispute about a bench I paid for.

Specifically, about eighteen inches of that bench was currently sitting on my son.

This is not where I expected grief to take me.



“Those Dishes? No, They Definitely Won’t Be Done Anytime Soon,” by Eric Schaal

Aug 12th, 2026 | By

Those dishes in the sink will not get done, so you may as well stop asking about them. And if you dare raise the subject again I will continue to reply using passive constructions, as the dishes exist in a realm that has nothing to do with me, though relatively speaking they are beneath me. That should explain damn-near everything, but given your countenance, I feel obliged to elaborate.