Once, as a 30yo, I and my 1 yo weathered a tornado in the walk-in fridge of a gas station Subway, where I realized with great alarm that I was the oldest person in the considerable crowd. Anyway, that moment is fictionalized in a story here.
Issue 37 of Yalobusha Review is live! ๐จ Alongside stunning new fiction and poetry, YR:37 features the winner of the 2023 Yellowwood Poetry Prize, @ParkerLogan13, chosen by
@CTsalazar_ , a conversation with fiction writer and essayist Dan Leach, and photography by @anna__buckley
I'm in the dermatologist waiting room and "I Want Your Sex" by George Michael is playing. Me and the grannies here are really getting in the mood to strip down and examine some moles.
I love college basketball & am happy to cheer for alma mater UNCW, but I hold a grudge against fans who told me to sit down at a game w/ 30 seconds remaining, UNCW down 2 but in possession of the ball. I would have performed the Curse of the Goat right there, iffin I had a goat.
Turned 39 yesterday -- chipped a tooth on popcorn, spent a lot of time thinking about who was going to win this season of Survivor, played a zillion games of Codenames on the app
I had a long conversation with my hair dresser about her new favorite show, Mayor of Kingstown, except the whole time I was accidentally talking about Mare of Easttown. Mare/Mayor, tomato tomato. It's hard.
There's a lot of Internet space given to childhood fears that turned out to not be a big deal, so I'd like to direct your attention to a childhood fear that holds up. Snapping turtles. Terrifying as a child, terrifying as an adult, but I seem to come across them more often now.
Me: I miss when everyone watched the same shows and movies because that was all that was on so we could all talk about it
The world: talks exclusively about Taylor Swift
Me, immediately: what does it take to get some variety around here