Stories
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It is day six of the pandemic. The virus is everywhere now. It is hiding in plain sight, in places we forget, in kisses and sips from glasses and rubbing eyes and touching countertops. Breathing feels like a dangerous act, but it’s all that propels us forward. Breathing is the final frontier, and if going…
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“That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.” -Emily Dickinson This is my eighteenth time visiting Florida. Every winter break has been spent in eighty degree weather, in palm trees coiled with decorative lights and hours soaking in chlorine. Every winter break, I eat at the same restaurants, say hello to the…
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I awoke last Saturday morning to winter in Montreal. It was not the biting sort of winter Chicago usually falls victim to, not the kind that says “boo” on one decisive day in late November when the day prior had been a balmy and unostentatious 65 degrees. No, this was winter with poise. But the trees, still dripping…
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The other day I heard myself say the following words aloud: “I feel like my life hasn’t really started yet.” I might have been walking beneath the gradually changing leaves or driving with my hands clutched tightly on the steering wheel. I might have been staring into space, mind preoccupied with future things, faraway things, abstract…
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It was my first international flight alone. I rubbed my sweaty palms against my jeans. The flight attendant called my group, and as I watched my parents disappear behind strange faces and gray partitions, a flutter of elation and nerves rattled through my stomach at the freedom of being suddenly alone. I took my seat and peered…
Eliana Jordan 
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