(SNR) Summer/Fall 2013
(SNR) Summer/Fall 2013
Need of A Ledge
Mame Ekblom Cudd
funerals this time,” my mother says. “We’re
going to fish and laugh. Do you hear me, children? We must
laugh.” She shouts from the front seat of the car, unable
to turn around—pinned in between my father and grandfather.
Lucille Lang Day
tried to do everything right. He graduated at the top of his
class in high school, received his MBA from Berkeley when he was
twenty-three, married a slender, intelligent woman with light
brown hair and an upturned nose, bought a four-bedroom
Tudor-style home with a panoramic view of the San Francisco Bay
Area, and fathered ....
the Clock Work
to self: she keeps asking me why am I in so much competition with
him? “Pero, doctora,” I protest, “he’s a
bum who doesn’t have a job, and he’s always loitering
around the store.” Twigs hang from his matted hair,
like he’s been sleeping on the grass again....
was sitting in a folding chair and whistling, which was always
murder on Drew’s headaches. Whistling was better than
listening to him talk about the need for a vegetarian UFC champ,
but not that much. Even worse, he was doing some kind of
remix of an old-school punk song....
Anything but Me
you like me to convert to Judaism?” Laura
smiled neatly as she poured Michael a cup of coffee on Sunday
morning. Their son, Charlie, sat at the kitchen table spooning
whole wheat Cheerios and two-percent organic milk into his mouth
while squinting at the front page of the Sunday Times. “Michael,
we were married by a rabbi.”...
William Matthew McCarter
July finally arrived and Jake and I patiently waited for his dad
to get to Gram’s so we could go camping. We were
excited about the possibility of finally getting to light up all
of the fireworks that we had bought at Mr. Matthias' stand. Uncle
Jake surprised us when he walked in the door with his new
Walkers of ----.
summer, in the hamlet of ----, Maine, people took to walking the
roads. This development was occasioned by a meeting at the town
hall, a building dating back to the early 20th
when the hamlet still was a town. As for the “meeting,”
it was actually a presentation. Sponsored by the State Department
of Health, it began with a graphic depiction...
Call of the West
Akins rubbed a piece of ice from her tea against her neck and
down her chest. The droplets eased the heat that rose from the 96
degree temperature of a late August afternoon in Parson’s
Basin, Texas. The barren wasteland stretched for miles, and
pump-jacks dotted the landscape every forty acres, some forcing
out the blackness, others frozen, their dinosaur-shaped
lost too much weight! You look…GAUNT!”
anxiety in my mother’s voice shakes my confidence. It’s
amazing the power she exerts over me. How can one remark reduce
me to that emotionally stunted boy I thought I had shed years
ago? I hwalk away from her...
should be a fifth-generation ice cream maker. Not just any
ice cream maker though. Not for Kemp’s, Blue Bunny,
Häagen-Dazs, Ben & Jerry’s, Cold Stone, or Edy’s,
but for Brown’s Velvet Ice Cream, the homegrown label and
legacy my great-great-grandfather Carl Brown began in 1916.
Now the abandoned creamery stands in silence...
I got home on the evening of Labor Day 2000, the light was
blinking on the answering machine: one message. I pressed the
button. It was my sister. She had called only sporadically over
the previous thirteen years and not at all for the past three. So
when she said...
to Hold On To,
Why I Grew Up
fox on Lake Ontario,
The Subliminal Room,
Creation: For Suzy,
Fluoride for the road ,
End the World
Richard Saupold, Midnight Watch, 1897;
My Daughter with Her
Mother in the Kitchen;
John Ross Comes to Oaxaca