Sweet Like Sugar

Jocelyn Pihlaja essays

While we’d had her over for playdates and birthday parties, we’d never ventured into the larger commitment known as The Sleepover—mostly because it was intimidating to be the adult in charge of someone who could die if I wasn’t paying attention.

When Mom Misses the Night

Erin Britt essays

The cooling saffron air, teasing my pallet with the first hint of fall, was lapping my newly styled hair—a haircut that made me look younger yet wiser. The pavement was sexy and enticing with a slight sheen of wet glistening over her surface.