In this Memoir Notebook, Darrelyn Saloom recalls watching her stepfather raise his right arm. This time, his open hand curled into a fist.
Memoir Notebook: Too Close for Comfort
Darrelyn Saloom reveals childhood fears, both macro–the Cold War–and micro–her stepfather’s anger–in this entry in the Memoir Notebook.
Memoir Notebook: The Worst Kind of Luck
Darrelyn Saloom recalls her mother, Billie Burnside and the Circle Inn lounge in this poignant entry in the Memoir Notebook.
On Reflection
A reflection from Darrelyn Saloom on swimming and diving, on life as a duck and as a swan.
Flash Fiction Friday: The Breaking
With nothing more to go on than our February “purple” theme, Darrelyn Saloom writes a heart-stopping piece of flash fiction.
Turning the Tide: A Short Story
Nell unpacked her suitcase on the king-sized bed in the beach condo she’d rented to remind her husband of their honeymoon three years ago. Then he could not keep his hands off his bride. Now he only had eyes for Susie Q—his miniature white poodle. Even after she gave birth to a son, John Junior, […]
Incantations for Rain
Withered grass crackles under my feet, and my flip-flops leave a dusty trail en route to the backside of the farm. I am intent on closing a gate, but halfway along I kneel to study wide cracks of parched earth and discover underground ant highways and intersections exposed by the drought. I rise to the […]
Oh, Annabel: Words of My Father
Daddy told stories of WWII, when he first started memorizing Poe. I’ll never know why he chose Edgar, but we loved hearing his voice recite as we traveled.