Ann Bevans

Life

Letting Go

Let it go let it go let it go Let it go let it go let it go When the world is coming down on me, I let it go. —Fred LeBlanc For the better part of 20 years, I’ve been a disciple of Cowboy Mouth from New Orleans, Louisana….

Creative Non Fiction

A Community of Two

If we haven’t met in real life, you might be surprised to learn that I am six feet tall. Here’s what it means to be a very tall girl: Everybody assumes you play basketball (I don’t). You are intimately familiar with the tops of your friends’ heads. People look at…

Creative Non Fiction

Change

Part I Last week, Dave and I finally dealt with the change bucket. There’s a change bucket on our kitchen counter, and whenever we find any loose change in our pockets or lying around the house, we drop it in the bucket. Not so unusual, I guess. The bucket isn’t…

Life

Limitless

Dreaming I stood in a small, windowless room. It was sparsely furnished – a narrow bed, a dresser, a lamp. Empty wire hangers clattered in a tiny closet. The only exit was a single, locked door. Somehow, I escaped the room and found myself running down the street. Then, in…

Life

Mr. Hyde

“What the actual fuck? What would make a person do this? It’s like you have a dream about the washer overflowing and you shuffle in here and turn the water off in the middle of the night!” I am standing in our upstairs laundry room, glaring at the red and…

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