First Love Letters

The only feeling more uncomfortable than liking a girl was realizing that everyone knew that you liked her. Too late to avoid that, he thought. Samantha was the transmitter of all 6th grade intelligence. If she knew, they would all know. He slunk into his locker; his life was over.
April 1982 | Wellfleet, Massachusetts | By CHRIS MALCOMB

Assembly Required

His wife bought a desk at IKEA. “That doesn’t look like a desk,” he told her. “That looks like a really heavy cardboard box.” Undaunted, she insisted, and then she uttered the two most frightening words known to man that are not “prostate exam”: assembly required.
July 30, 2006 | Decatur, Georgia | By MARK CLOUD

The End of the Line

The driver had begun to turn the wheels away from the curb when his words fell upon her like angry fists. Her demand for an apology yielded a “Fuck you!” The driver again demanded an apology, announcing that she would not move the bus until she got one.
February 2005 | Portland, Oregon | By PATRICE HUDSON

A Divorce in India

It is only a six-letter word, but it has such devastating potential. In a fit of violent anger, Sajid threatened to say “talaaq” thrice, thus ending their marriage under Sharia law. Her dream world shattered. She had seen Sajid’s feet of clay, yet clung to hopes of winning him over.
August 2006 | India | By NEELMANI J. BHATIA

The Glovebox Tale

Tommy never had a problem with girls. It was junior year of high school. He was on the swim team. There wasn’t a single week of high school, in fact, in which Tommy didn’t have at least one girl with him — or waiting to be.
1990 | Indiana | By SCOTT SIDERS

The Eiffel Tower at Night

Something in that deep, whispery part of her has always told her that she needed to stand beneath the Eiffel Tower, preferably at night, in the rain, the gold reflection of lights glimmering off the wet pavement. Her life to-do list had a bullet with “Eiffel Tower” after it.
June 2006 | Paris | By KAITLIN BARKER

Letter To My Daughter

Dear Maya, My dream has come true. At least partially. I know you’re alive. I’m assuming you’re well and I understand you have an exceptionally loving family. This info warms my heart to its depth. These are the things I have prayed for every day for 26 years.
Dec. 6, 1997 | Petaluma, California | By LEA ROXANNE HUTTON

My Guardian Angel is a Taxi Driver

Amid the protesters and chants and harsh words, she walked in the clinic, thinking how sad it was that her taxi driver was more concerned about my well being than the man who helped land her there in the first place, a man she thought she would one day marry.
November 2005 | Chicago, Illinois | By JULIE L. HENNINGFIELD

The Frozen Embryos

In vitro fertilization (IVF) involves extracting eggs from a woman’s ovaries. They don’t just harvest the one or two eggs that naturally ripen in the course of a menstrual cycle. You have to take fertility drugs that encourage the ovaries to produce a whole bunch.
2002 to 2005 | Portland, Oregon | By MARCIA KLOTZ

Coming of Age in the Ghetto

Few men can recall the instant where they took their first, tentative, mental step onto the bridge that would lead them across the yawning chasm that separates soft, carefree puberty from the onset of the hardening of eventual manhood. For him it seems like only yesterday.
Aug. 5, 1955 | Cleveland, Ohio | By MANSFIELD B. FRAZIER