Traditionally, you give someone paper when you are celebrating your first anniversary with them. (It's worth noting that Hallmark has made an upgrade, and insists that the new traditional one-year anniversary gift is a clock. That is almost certainly because Hallmark wants to make more money, and no one stays together for longer than a year anymore.) We are celebrating our first anniversary with all of you this month, and we couldn't be more pleased: you've been the most loving, reciprocal, and thoughtful significant others a magazine could ever hope for, and we can't wait to stay together for years to come.
We've also got a new print edition in the works (paper!), a workshop series brewing in New Orleans (we'll provide paper!), and a new theme issue coming up (the theme is DISGUISES -- which could, hypothetically, be made out of paper; or, for that matter, clocks). Thank you for being with us through all this excitement. We love you, and all the stories you've shared with us this year. We truly can't wait to see what's to come.
Standing in the middle of the bathroom I could see myself from three angles: left, right and back. I laid a large towel down on the cool tile and then went to run my hairbrush under the faucet until it was dripping. Taking the wet brush in one hand, I undid my bun with the other and let my hair fall down around me—well, fall as best it could. I ended up looking like Edward Scissorhands with my stubborn curls sticking out in all directions. Nervous excitement was brewing in my stomach as I ran the wet brush over my head and watched as my wild hair began to lie flat and become heavy with moisture.
Miguel wears camo pants and drinks a Miller Light. He is Latino and stocky and flashes a gold-toothed smirk my way. Phillipe, my tall and flamboyant French neighbor, holds a glass of wine and leans over his brick wall. He shares Miguel’s skepticism about my lawn project.
“Come over for wine after zat craziness, oui?”
Of all my neighbors, Karen’s opinion means the most. With a Protestant work ethic as dependable as our coastal fog, she has lived in this quiet San Francisco suburb for years. I know she’s a widow and has a very sick son; she complains about neither.
I work in social media for a living. It’s not where I thought I would be at this point. If you had asked me ten years ago what I’d be doing at the age of 28, I’d have said that by now I’d be the author of one of those children’s books I devoured so feverishly when I was young. I’d have a Master’s in neuroscience and each adventure I wove into my stories would be designed to teach children to understand and regulate the way their emotions operate. Today, on the other hand, I recognize the privilege that lurks in the crevasses of the old trope “live your passion,” so in an act of rebellion I’ve decided that my passion is just going to be whatever I happen to be doing in the moment.
Will I kill again?
I don't know. A smoker quits cold turkey because his cigarettes are taken and kept for 43 years. After that long you'd think the urge to smoke would vanish. Then one day he's labeled as "reformed." They toss a pack of Marlboros in front of him and say, "Be on your way friend." A week goes by. A year goes by. Hell, maybe only a day goes by. Would you be surprised if the reformed smoker unwraps the pack and lights up? He relives the ecstasy of inhaling. Pretty soon there's 20 singed butts in the ashtray. The cravings are back.
In the voice of a Veteran Top Ten List 10.
10. You don’t even need to be a top ten list to be published anymore. In my day, if you had seven items, or sixteen, you’d be either sent to Santa or thrown away in the supermarket parking lot. Now there are “top 12 lists” and “top 42 lists.” What’s next, the top two reasons to buy a car in the winter? The top 6.8 ways to win on eBay?
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