Foragers
Chasing crickets through alpine meadows, my sisters and I stumble over bones sprawled in a grove of blackberry vines. Alone. The ants the flies…
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The Little League World Series: First Play
Teams crowd the hills, fill in the land along the river, uniforms, like patches of colorful cows amidst the fields. All the corn points…
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Wanna play?
“Wanna play?” That was a standard greeting between my neighbor, Julie and me. If it were summer in the Midwestern suburb where we grew…
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Three houses away
My two best friends growing up were brothers who lived three houses away from me. Tim was in my grade and Joe was two…
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For spring to begin mma boy held his breath and then the breath mmexploded, the boy’s cheeks sank—this, this mmwas the last of winter….
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The joy of being flung
We were city kids who had a bit of grass to play on. We lived in post-war garden apartments–brick, two-story buildings attached and arranged…
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Hoop dreams of a younger sister
My first basketball court was a smooth, square patch of concrete between the one-car garage and the rest of the dusty rock and gravel…
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No apologies
Editor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2011, Deborah Lewis recounts how she’s…
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Country roads, take me home
I kick back the blankets and willingly rise at 7:00. It’s Saturday morning in early October, and Dad’s driving into town. He does this…
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Little sister hails a cab
The first story I remember hearing about my Aunt Ruth was from the childhood she shared with my mother. “She used to take a…
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