Nonfiction When I Grow Up—a small show with a big heart When I Grow Up premiered at the 2024 Melbourne Comedy Festival, it returned for the 2025 Melbourne Comedy Festival and Edinburgh Fringe, among others.
Nonfiction City People There is a beautiful woman who lives across from my building, always folding over on herself.
Jonathan Dubow Wants Your Dovetails Leon Lett and the Poetics of Chaos: A Failed Essay on Failure Chaos generally means a state of utter confusion or disorder.
Nonfiction Ostkreuz If the passengers were to speak with their tongues, who knew what kind of indecencies would emerge?
Nonfiction bitch He told himself that he was disgusted by his behavior and couldn't believe that he was able to stoop so low.
Nonfiction Forfeiture of Nuance in the Rise of AI What happens to artists if society settles for mediocrity?
Inbal is Feeling Fabulous Divorce-o-rama: Divorce as a Dark Ride You smile and feel hopeful and don’t mind the empty heads, and you imagine your own children and husband fondly.
Nonfiction I Went to Disney World and All I Got Was This Identity Crisis They were all still out there. Working. Moving. Climbing. And, while it was still too fresh for me to envy them to any great extent, it wasn’t too soon to start feeling like an outcast.
Nonfiction Growing Up With a Low Rent Robin Williams Between his slurs and stumbles, he was his own worst secret-keeper, a walking confession before he even hit the living room.
Nonfiction The Jeff and Jenny Trilogy I remember being told to go inside, to stay inside, and feeling a firm social pressure to pretend I couldn't hear the little pop from the .22 that meant another cat, half bald from mange, was dead.
Nonfiction Hallowed The only thing he ever really did wrong was not be in love with me, and as fucked up as I was, I could never truly fault him for it.
Nonfiction Anticipatory Grief But the...vision flickers forward six months and you bury your father with a round, protruding belly.
Nonfiction Does Your Birth Order Effect Your Personality? For those who question my credentials, I am, in fact, one of those maddening middle children.
Nonfiction Review: Burden of Joy (by Lexi Kent-Monning) Kent-Monning has the rare gift of transmitting raw, bodily experience to her reader.
Nonfiction The Cobra The things he said were, perhaps, a bit too complex for us at 14. But I can vividly remember the moment I finally understood precisely what he meant.
Nonfiction Defending the Teenage Love Poem But like any other teenager, the universe was quick to show me the error in my ways. It happened quickly and easily on a night that shocked itself with intracloud lightning.
Nonfiction My Summer of Rubber Dust The Machine didn’t work well, not by a long shot. But, in the end, it worked just enough.
Nonfiction Flattening Ebbinghaus’s Forgetting Curve And now, days later, as I field my own self-initiated questions with no ready answers, I make a promise to myself to make my memories matter. To write.
Nonfiction Running Against the Wind: Disabled Masculinity and the Vicious Cycle of Sport I’ve been looking at myself in the mirror above the sink.
Nonfiction It Isn’t Going to be a Bedroom Time Machine For Ellie. You will find it. You will, you will, you will.
Nonfiction Back to Motherland, That’s Some Otherland Let’s go back to once upon a time. Before the clarity, before the connection, before the sukoon. Let me start with the disparity of hope and despair, the heartbreak and the trauma.
