Kickoff
I had to keep telling myself to calm down. It was hard not to be excited, playing in the showcase game of your professional life. Read more
I had to keep telling myself to calm down. It was hard not to be excited, playing in the showcase game of your professional life. Read more
Every week, our IndieInk Writing Challenge draws the most brilliant and imaginative writers who craft the most creative and interesting posts — and many of these submissions just knock the editors’ collective socks off. And so, the editorial staff decided to get together and select one submission weekly to feature as our “Editors’ Choice.”
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“James, Mrs. Hamilton needs help hanging up her Christmas lights.” Read more
It just happens, one day. You’re walking down the street and the kid who mows the neighborhood lawns over summer break is walking ahead of you, his iPod jammed in the pocket of a pair of weirdly furry pants. Read more
We don’t have much money, so she thinks about special occasions all year long, watching for sales and carefully choosing gifts for the birthday three months for now. She relishes the surge of excitement when she picks out a present she’d love to get herself. Humming happily as she digs into her favourite chocolate cake, she doesn’t notice me pushing it aside after I’ve blown out the candles. I hate chocolate.
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A boy screamed from the back of the classroom, raised his hand and slapped the girl next to him. He stood up and backed away from her. She hissed at him. Her eyes widened and she lunged toward him and scratched at his face. He fell to the ground and covered his face with his hands. Read more
She likened it to packing for a week-long trip – changes of clothes, snacks, drinks, extra shoes, a sweater in case it turns cold, medicine and emergencies contact telephone numbers, a camera, games, toys, the list was impressive. All this for only one person, and a tiny person at that. A morning outing took hours of prep time. Read more
He sat me down and looked at me. Quizzically.
“Okay, Daughter, why you put Kimberly as your name on math homework?”
I stared back at him in silence.
His eyes bored into my own, increasingly quizzical. “This your math homework or not?” Read more
I have my mom to thank for my long-time stance as a music snob. And it all started with the Holy Grail of every music snobs – a mix tape. Long ago before CD players, Mom recorded some of her favorite songs from her LP collection to listen to while driving. The tape became the soundtrack of my childhood: Marshall Crenshaw, The B-52s, Todd Rundgren, and Nick Lowe, among others. Read more