creative nonfiction – Jennifer Summer

self-portrait This journey (and, lord, how I have grown weary of that phrase and its haphazardous use), has been teaching me a […]

wedding bells and memories

I was so delighted to be Maid of Honor in my best friend’s wedding this past Sunday. It was such a beautifully […]

I imagine this might be what it looks like when we die, and how it might feel; like being pelted with prisms […]

There have been times in my life that I’ve been so low I could taste the ground. My mouth was filled with […]

earth day — Nana used to say that she believed trees were people reincarnated, and you could tell what kind of person […]

This is a piece I wrote a year ago, but I have re-worked it here. — The body remembers. It remembers every […]

under seas — When I was a child, escape was crucial to survival. I would close the door to my bedroom and […]

for her — I have a vast collection of shells, many of which I didn’t even have to look for; they simply […]

sur la pointe — Aching bones, shooting pains through the arch of my foot, toes that bruised and bled. I was a […]

cage-free — He told her that her rib cage was big to accommodate the size of her heart. Without the confines of […]