Amy Atwood
Alfalfa Go to church with your parents when you’re six years old. Find your grandparents sitting in their usual spot, the same spot where they’ve been sitting s...
Alfalfa Go to church with your parents when you’re six years old. Find your grandparents sitting in their usual spot, the same spot where they’ve been sitting s...
Why I Won’t Be Saying Grace at Your Dinner Party I could tell you the raffia-embellished place cards you picked up at Pottery Barn are an exact color match for ...
Chelsey Clammer won the 2015 Red Hen Press Nonfiction Manuscript Award for her collection of lyric essays, Circadian. She is a Pushcart Prize-nominated essa...
[FICTION] Tarred and Feathered: An Urban Fable On an ugly street in a good city, there was a vacant lot. Lots that have no buildings on them are called vacant, ...
Believe in Yourself I studied in a school where Morning Prayer in the assembly was compulsory on the grounds where everyone gathered. All rituals followed, we h...
[CREATIVE NONFICTION] An Atheist Talks to Her Children About Death I grew up with a mother who did not believe in God. She was a devout Unitarian, and our Sunda...
My earliest memory from church was not my baptism. It didn’t even take place within the rows and rows of hardwood pews. No, we were out in the lobby. The a...
I was at Sherwood Baptist Church when I realized God didn’t exist. I was eight years old, and it was the summer that the AC went out. The air was hot and w...
review by: Caseyrenée Lopez Once You Had Hands: Poems Tasha Golden Humanist Press Paperback & eBook 98 pages ISBN: 978-0-931779-58-9 I...