Senior year in college I landed in a fiction writing course and wrote a coming-of-age story about a good Catholic girl falling for a bad boy. On a spring night toward the end of my story, the young lovers drive donuts in a field belonging, unbeknownst to them, to a wealthy pal of the girl’s…
This is a recurring series to introduce, celebrate, and elevate our amazing crew of volunteers. In this installment, we talk to Sarah Evans, from our reviews team. Sarah is an Oregon-based writer and activist with an MFA in nonfiction from Pacific University. Find her on Instagram here. What made you volunteer to read for Hippocampus?…
by Melissa Greenwood Isn’t it ironic how someone who, by middle age, has already lived an arguably difficult, complicated but also full and rich life can appear so much younger than her 56 years? That’s what I thought as I sat across from the positively radiant author Jeannine Ouellette, screen-to-screen, on a Saturday morning Zoom…
Interview by Michèle Dawson Haber Kyo Maclear is the only child of her Japanese mother and British Canadian father. Or that’s what she understood about herself for the first 49 years of her life. But when she takes a DNA test to learn more about her father’s ancestry, she learns that her paternal lineage is…
During the weekend of August 10 and 11, Hippocampus Magazine is hosting a series of online readings, craft sessions, and discussions all related to creative nonfiction! This weekend-long event is in place of HippoCamp: A Conference for Creative Nonfiction Writers, which is on hiatus. A major highlight of our in-person conference was A Night of…
Interview by Amy Fish From the first time I saw the cover at the AWP Bookfair, I knew Green World: A Tragicomic Memoir of Love & Shakespeare by Michelle Ephraim was for me. I wouldn’t say I wrestled it out of (Hippocampus interview editor) Lara Lillibridge’s arms, but I did make a convincing argument that…
We speed, Mauree and I, through the streets of Seattle in an ambulance. Torrents of rain slap, slap, slap against the van. I strain against the harness, brush my lips against her forehead, search her metal gray eyes blurred by tears. We are best friends of forty-four years—witnesses to life and guardians of all our…
Coyote jumped in front of my fiancé and me on our way to the Missoula courthouse—rattled up underneath the hood like a bag of stones and cracked the engine block. Trickster, sister, brother, mister—shit. Twelve miles from the Montana border, the car quit. We coasted in that dark expanse of night and plucked off the…
“I found a picture of you, holding a cigarillo.” I tell my mother. “Oh.” “You used to smoke those, right?” “I guess so. But I don’t like to think about the past. What’s the point?” In black and white, my mother stares straight at the camera. Maybe she’s in her mid-40s? Sitting on the front…
This is a recurring series to introduce, celebrate, and elevate our amazing crew of volunteers. This month—and to kick off this series—we feature essays editor Steph Auteri, who also crafted these questions for this recurring feature! To learn even more about Steph, visit her website or follow along on Instagram. What made you volunteer to…
