photograph by Wayne Stadler General Objective: To provide the students with an opportunity to study the skeletons of numerous animals they find in the ecosystem. Background Information: It is quite common for biologists studying wildlife populations to examine skeletal fragments to determine aspects of a species’ natural history . . . In order to learn […]
“When you’re not in perfect balance,” Floyd Skloot writes in the introduction to Revertigo: An Off-Kilter Memoir, “everything familiar is transformed. There’s a destabilizing of the self and its encounter with the world, a whirling of space and time.”
In these smart and engaging essays, Shinner challenges us to reconsider our bodies—in particular women’s bodies, in particular Jewish bodies—but her point is more general, too. Our existence is intricately linked to our ongoing physical health.
Renfro’s essays are profoundly moving, written in a rich, deeply felt voice touched with wistfulness and melancholy that resists sentimentality and is unafraid of the violence that is a significant characteristic of both life and death.
Listen to our podcast of this essay here. Heading west out of Kalispell, US-2 passes a Smith’s grocery store, some mom and pop casinos, and billboards in the yards of half-built homes before the land opens into wide fields. They are spring flooded: fence posts planted in water, horses and cattle relegated to the […]
Some events are so vast and complicated as to render them ultimately unknowable.
Drawing from the country’s leading literary journals and publications—Crazyhorse, Colorado Review, the Nervous Breakdown, Creative Nonfiction, Georgia Review, Gulf Coast, the Missouri Review, the Normal School, and others—Man in the Moon brings together essays in which sons, daughters, and fathers explore the elusive nature of this intimate relationship and find unique ways to frame and […]
We know the stories, or we think we do. The Sixties.
Als challenges not just conventional views of literature but the very approach.
In a noisy city teahouse due west of the Appalachian Plateau, I sat sipping hot rooibos and spying on a lop-eared man sleeping on the sidewalk.