Welcome back to 1:1, the second interview in a series of conversations in which 1:1000 sits down with 1 writer or photographer, and…
I found God on Jetblue flight 794 to JFK. Figuratively, of course. We didn’t breach a cloud to find a…
She wakes to a text message, all the better because she’s expecting it.
“Aren’t you excited?” Steph’s voice carries from the hallway. I do my best to ignore the bile churning in my stomach. My face is a mask of…
A crashing wave rushes towards the shore, leaving a young girl curled up on the sand in its wake. The child opens her eyes and takes…
I’m standing in line for what my son and in his friends call the “YOLO-Coaster of Doom,” and my son’s cutting me that slicing…
The menu says you’re not supposed to have more than five. It’s marked, clear and concise, right there in loopy text…
Leila opened her eyes for the first time.
Do I feel bad? Of course I feel bad. I mean, what kind of heartless soul wouldn’t? You would have to be a monster, an unfeeling deviant of…