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UncategorizedJune 5, 2014

On Reading a Killer’s Manifesto

By Amanda Giracca

Over Memorial Day weekend, I enjoyed an idyllic three days with friends. When they left on Tuesday, I returned to the world…

Features, UncategorizedDecember 3, 2012

The Long Haul

By Amanda Giracca

It’s late November in Mill River, which means the orange hunting hats are for sale again at the general store.

Features, UncategorizedNovember 26, 2012

[That the river seemed the only way now]

By Monica Berlin and Beth Marzoni

That the river seemed the only way now, we’re not sure there are other words we might use to trace this & so let’s just say: Lake Pepin. Rush River.

Features, UncategorizedMay 22, 2012

Summer People

By Amanda Giracca

They arrive as the first dogwood trees are flowering. They trickle in at first, so few you don’t even notice.

FeaturesApril 30, 2012

There Are No Goodbyes in the Army

By Simone Gorrindo

The day’s heat had worn off by the time my husband was heading back to the barracks, and my bare legs were covered in goose bumps.

Features, UncategorizedApril 18, 2012

Desert Solitaire Blues

By Eva Holland

I picked up the book on my first morning in Utah, in a small Bureau of Lands Management visitors center on the side of Highway 89.

Features, UncategorizedApril 4, 2012

Fear and Loneliness in Sublette County

By Amanda Giracca

It was lonely at the top of Indian Pass. I should have been more excited to be at the apex of my hike, nearly 12,000 feet in elevation.

Features, UncategorizedMarch 26, 2012

Could Have Stayed On The Highway

By Lauren Quinn

Interstate 5 stretched out before us like a flat black stain on a dingy beige carpet. Desert, industrial orchards, slaughterhouses, gas stations…

Features, UncategorizedMarch 14, 2012

The Edge of Sunrise

By Simone Gorrindo

Thea and I were still bleary-eyed when the sun began to rise behind Mount Tamalpais. The day’s first light was small and self-contained…

Features, UncategorizedFebruary 20, 2012

A Non-Travel Essay

By Amanda Giracca

It is the twist in the red tail’s neck that makes it so appealing. The way I can almost read death in the curve of the spine. Feathers still cling to the open wings…

Features, UncategorizedDecember 27, 2011

Proof of Extreme Hardship

By Sarah Menkedick

was almost there, barreling along I-54 through the valleys where the New Mexican plateau drops and the land pours a deep, scarred red around…

Features, UncategorizedNovember 16, 2011

Down and Out in West Texas

By Sarah Menkedick

We were checking in when a woman came storming out of her room to the desk and said, “There’s shit on them sheets.”