by Vanessa Hua
“No one in this world understood the journey she’d taken, the threats and disappointments she’d overcome, and how thin the line between survival and failure.” Continue reading
Category Archives: Excerpts
“The Heart Is a Pump”: An Excerpt from Paul Seward’s Patient Care
by Paul Seward
It is not simply that its construction and mechanism permit this single small pump to push our entire blood supply through our lungs, then through our body and back again. It is also that, beginning well before we are born, it does that exercise approximately once every second for our entire life. Continue reading
“Ike, Sharon and Me”: An excerpt
by Peter Ferry
After the fire that burned her house to the ground … there had been some unspecified problems with the insurance and also some questions about smoke detectors: had they been operational? Had they failed? Why hadn’t they awakened the family? Or had they perhaps awakened the children? They didn’t remember. Continue reading
An excerpt from Donna Everhart’s The Education of Dixie Dupree
by Donna Everhart
“For a time, I’d thought our family was happy, but my naïveté was only a safeguard from reality. As things fell apart between Mama and Daddy, I blamed myself, feeling responsible for how it started. But it was what Daddy did that sealed our fate. And when Uncle Ray showed up appearing to be full of good intentions about helping us out, he ended up causing more than his own share of trouble.” Continue reading
An excerpt from Kathleen Donohoe’s Ashes of Fiery Weather
By Kathleen Donohoe
“Delia spoke of Flynn delicately, leaving openings for Claire to tell her the truth. Won’t your mother come looking for him? Doesn’t she want him with her? But Claire said no, her mother was sick to death of kids.” Continue reading
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An excerpt from Paula Whyman’s You May See a Stranger
by Paula Whyman
When I was younger and my friends came to visit, my mother would say, “Include your sister,” but Donna didn’t wait for an invitation. She followed me from room to room, a ghost in white tennis socks with pink puff balls at the heels and a nightgown she wore all day if she didn’t go out. Continue reading
An excerpt from Linda Legters’ Connected Underneath
by Linda Letger
I was still contemplating the shoes . . . and the possibility that my mother wouldn’t ever let me grow up . . . when I came through the door just behind the podium where Father Gault gave speeches. Continue reading
