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Memoir Magazine is proud to announce our first #Pushcart Prize nominations! Congratulations to Michele Gutierrez @michelegutz,@samuelautman, Sara J. Sutler-Cohen @scout_coaching, Margarita X, Samhitha Saiba, and @LiteraryEssay C. Flanagan Flynn! And thanks to ALL the writers we published in 2018! #literary #awards #pushcartprize #writing #writers #fiction #poetry #literarynews #literature #memoirlitmag #memoirtherapy

Memoir Magazine is proud to announce our first #Pushcart Prize nominations! Congratulations to Michele Gutierrez @michelegutz,@samuelautman, Sara J. Sutler-Cohen @scout_coaching, Margarita X, Samhitha Saiba, and @LiteraryEssay C. Flanagan Flynn!
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"To say the drug trade passed through our town lacks specificity. The drug trade was no more in every home in Juarez than human trafficking is in Chicago." Home Away From Home by Magda X with Artwork by Alex Nizovsky.

When collateral damage becomes acceptable, the room dims. The brokenness of the world is no longer the problem of others.
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And the winners are...we are delighted to announce our #Recovery Essay Contest Winners. #Memoirmag #recovery #healing #writingcontest #Truestories #memoirs #storiesstartmovements

And the winners are...
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Day 4: Mental Health Unit, "This one kid, Angel, she’s an artist. Her diagnosis is pretty awful; she says she’s got Borderline Personality Disorder. That’s like the worst thing you can have, worse than Bipolar. I feel better being around her because suddenly I’m not the worst person in the room." Read Providence Hospital, Anchorage by KB Imle #mental health #memoirmonday

She says she’s got Borderline Personality Disorder. That’s like the worst thing you can have, worse than Bipolar. I feel better being around her because suddenly I’m not the worst person in the room.
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In 2007 I did something completely out of character, something necessitated by the purchase of a soft-sided camper that I planned on taking straightaway into mountain lion and grizzly country in Wyoming; I bought a kickass Glock-style handgun and an AR-15 rails for tactical flashlight and ACOG scope. This, after years of making fun of all the tough-guys I knew from my home town who liked to carry and who liked everyone to know they carried. I am trained with both weapons, the result of my service as an Army Paratrooper, and I figured I should go with what I knew. And I will admit—it did make me feel a little tougher—like I could take on anyone who made the terrible choice to cross me, be it wolf or man. Unfortunately, I know many men and women up in gun-country who think owning a gun makes them automatically twice as rough and tumble as they already think they are, which is exactly ten times tougher than they actually are. Me included. With this purchase, I had joined that community of numbskulls. My online persona changed immediately, and automatically some NRA folks thought I simply had to be on their side now that I had a couple guns in my paranoia chest. And automatically, they thought, I would also be deploying my weapons on the side of righteousness... "Arise Heroes! Dulce Bellum Inexpertis!" by Seth Tucker #RestrictARandHandguns, #GunOwnerCulpability, #RegisterAllGuns, #BuyBackARandHandguns, #InsureAllWeapons, #TenTimePenaltyforAllCrimeswithGunsEvenUnloadedOnes

Ninety-one percent of domestic terrorists are white dudes, and they even manage to make up eleven percent of the jihadist terrorists overseas as well (yeah, white zealotry is alive and well).
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Here, Al Anbar sand makes mud on my sweat ringed combat boots, while we patrol in staggered columns through the palms of the Euphrates. And I think back to those days when we tried to be men… and I wonder, now, if I am a man; or still a child; or just stuck somewhere in between? Now, this gun, slung tight around my neck, is heavier than I thought it would be. And it’s loud. Louder than thoughts of home, or of crows and boys running wild through Grandpa’s wooded hills. Read "Boys With Guns" by Jacob Paul Patchen #Guns and People #MemoirMag #runnerup #essay

Now, this gun, slung tight around my neck, is heavier
than I thought it would be. And it’s loud. Louder than
thoughts of home....
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I had been looking out of the window, just ten feet away. I had been at that spot since they began shooting and I knew I hadn’t moved, turned my head nor blinked. David should have been standing except that now he seemed to be taking a nap. Read "Death and Grief" by Patricia Woodell #Guns and People #Memoirmag #runner up
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As cop cars swarmed your grandparents’ front yard, they had pulled their guns out on 89-year-old Grandpa, who donned his usual warm cozy long-sleeve checkered blue flannel shirt, his grey hood pulled over his head, cozy grey sweatpants, and his worn out K-Swiss tennis shoes. "Every Possible Scenario" by Elsa Valmidiano

The Second Amendment doesn’t cross your mind as Girlfriend 2 shakes and cries....
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Shooting a gun was just one thing in a progression of radical exposure to the things that triggered my anxiety the most. The next part of the process would be in a few weeks, when I would be moving back to Colorado. For the first time in ten years, for the first time since I had graduated from Columbine High School the year after the shooting, I would live near the shadow of Columbine. I was glad I was taking the pistol shooting class in Santa Fe, where few knew my grief and trauma and pain. Where few knew my history, my connection to killers, my shame of survival. "Pistol Shooting Basics" by Krista Hanley

I thought about Columbine. About thirteen dead, two killers, and me, seventeen-year-old me, crouched on the floor of the cafeteria while two of my friends gunned down classmates just outside. And the overwhelming fear of guns ever after.
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Guns. They are everywhere. Your proclivity to fear or anger, the company you keep, and your geographical and cultural pre-disposition as to how you view and use guns are facts to consider when legislating gun laws. In mid-western townships such as Carbondale, Illinois where one of my brothers lives, owning a gun is a natural thing: you hunt with them, you collect them, and you use them for protection from not just people but wild animals. In the Mid-West you also learn how to use a gun very early. Conversely, in the inner cities of places like Chicago, Washington, D.C., Baltimore and New York, the prevailing atmosphere of gang violence, drug wars and abject poverty pre-condition young people to jump into survival modes to become aggressors, enforcers, protectors, show-offs or those who literally fear for their lives. "If You Have a Gun... " by Tracy Ann Johnson #Guns and People #writingContest

After that I guess my old inner city reflexes came into action because I’m saying in my mind, you got my money and you going to rape and possibly kill me, too? For some reason I believed there were no bullets in his gun. I quickly brought my hand up and…
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