A Brazilian Girl’s Survival Guide to Living in America: Part 1
I am quite fond of this piece — I hope you will be too.
Author: Juliana
Juliana Crespo has an MFA in fiction from Indiana University and an M.A. in fiction from University of Nevada, Reno. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Literary Orphans, Flash Fiction Magazine, Mothers Always Write, Mud City Journal, and Fiction Southeast. She is a an English teacher at a high school in Bloomington, Indiana, where she also lives with her family.
Happy Father’s Day Letter to the Unfathered
Happy Father’s Day to all those little girls and boys who don’t have fathers or only know their fathers from a great physical or emotional distance. Happy Father’s Day to all the women and men in my life whose fathers have hurt them beyond repair, whose fathers have committed disloyal and unforgivable acts, whose fathers… Continue reading Happy Father’s Day Letter to the Unfathered
Luna
She giggles in her sleep sometimes. If I happen to be near her room, I go and stand at the door. I like to imagine she’s journeying to the moon. Fairies fly her there, the same fairies we read about in books. They have translucent wings that catch the light of the moon and shimmer… Continue reading Luna
Forget Philosophy: All The Wisdom You Need to Know is in a Cat’s Meow
~ disclaimer: genres merge below. ~ Characters: Old bitter man — an intellectual who scoffs at emotion and has never experienced love. Tree — the embodiment of Buddha, speaks to those who listen. The boy — old bitter man’s grandson, whom he happens to be watching for the afternoon. Location: Somewhere random, at a park,… Continue reading Forget Philosophy: All The Wisdom You Need to Know is in a Cat’s Meow
When You’re Six and Your Mom Leaves Without Saying Goodbye
I was already in my car when Luna came running out. When she saw that I hadn’t left yet, she began sobbing. She climbed in through the passenger car door and crawled into my arms. I held her like she was real small again, carried her back inside. My heart broke a little for her… Continue reading When You’re Six and Your Mom Leaves Without Saying Goodbye
Jesus Would Have Let Me Cry on His Shoulder
The first story I’ve published online in a long, long time, and it was recently selected by the WordPress team as a Discover piece. A creative non-fiction story about my teenage years, my bulimia, my unpleasant encounter with Pentecostal religion, and finding spirituality in the most surprising of ways.
Lyrical Awakening 