Letters from Yesterday, a Note for Tomorrow

In the recesses of my closet sits an old Birkenstock shoe box full of letters: updates from a best friend, love letters from my husband-to-be, simple notes from my dad–one note addressed to “OK Slave” that must have been sent during those years I attended the University of Oklahoma. (I dared to leave the state of …

Family Narratives: Call for Submissions Extended Deadline!

Love Always. It’s 1988, the year you graduate high school, the summer your best friend (of all time) turns 16, the months when you’re supposed to ride the Texas highways together to the mall, the movies, the parking lot parties, the two of you in your little white hatchback with the windows down and George Michael pouring from the radio. …

You Mean, You Have to Practice?

“A thousand books on tennis won’t improve your serve, but a thousand serves will.” ~ Rick DeMarinis, from an excerpt of his article printed in The Writer, November 1985, and reprinted in the November 2010 issue. ~ As I sat in a hallway at work the other day, I overheard someone practicing the tuba. The …