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A Recipe for Fame

And if you’ve ever been so unlucky as to be served a “modernized” version of green bean casserole that calls for shallots and haricots-verts and wild mushrooms… I’m sorry.

The Shelf

ALCOTT: Oh gosh, well I’m just awfully glad that that we’re all here together. I do so wish we could all get along.

Spend It Now

This was not a lesson I knew as a kid. I wanted to save everything good for later. I ate all the cereal bits out of Lucky Charms and the raisins out of trail mix, leaving huge mouthfuls of marshmallows and M&Ms behind.

Just One

I know some churches are trying. “Singles group” is a thing. But really? That’s depressing on a good day, patronizing on a bad one.

Speak Again

I still talk to myself. Big conversations I’ve rehearsed of late include a breakup, a car insurance claim, and a defense of “inappropriate” literature I’ve chosen for a class.

Elementary

“Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire;
Still waters run deep, my dear, there’s never smoke without fire.”

Maranatha

In a world where fame and infamy
are two sides of the same coin,
who gets to leave a legacy, anyway?

Begin to Hope

I have no dancing around my bedroom with a hairbrush microphone to Britney Spears to look back on. That’s because I didn’t listen to anything other than CCM until high school.

The Other Side Again

And so here I am, standing still in the eye of a hurricane, the confluence of these memories, documents, and moments of déjà vu swirling every which way.

This, Too

But the sun comes out and doughnuts exist and there’s a one-eyed cat who likes to roam the school grounds and often visits my window. This happens, too.

Best of 2016

In the spirit of the anthology, we’ve decided to tailor our annual “best of” list to the sections in the book.

Peter and Wendy 

The character becomes too old, too practical, or too jaded to believe in the thing that once brought him so much joy. That world, the thing he loved so much and invested so much time in, dies. And something inside him dies, too.

The West

I’ve never quite understood the call of the West, a siren song so strong that some will risk—and lose—their lives to follow it.

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