I stood at the threshold of my daughter Eliza’s studio apartment, staring at a nude statue with enormous breasts and a giraffe-like neck that held open the apartment door. I tried not to study the statue, turning instead towards my daughter’s side of the room: a painting on the wall with zigzagging gray lines that wasn’t Eliza’s style, dresser…
Plunging blade into white water, my older cousin leaves girlhood in the smooth wake of creamless strokes. Later, I creak the vanity open, knock over bottles and jars and hunt on Barbie-like tiptoes for the can of Barbasol. I fill the bath with water so hot it turns bathroom to…
Aaron Cullers studied Writing for Film & Television at the Vancouver Film School and co-founded independent film team Pasquinade Films, which produced multiple feature-length and award-winning short films. Aaron’s screenwriting has been produced and screened at the New York International Independent Film Festival, Hondance, and others, while his stage work garnered a Best New Playwright award from the Fitton…
The winter of 1989, it snowed on our yearly pilgrimage to Dotty’s. My grandmother, Dorothy, had asked me to call her Dotty years ago. “I am too young to be a grandmother,” she said in her smoker’s drawl. “No one would believe you. You may as well call me Dotty so as not to confuse anyone.” My mother and father…
Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence I’ve been a bird since Tuesday. That’s the day Lucy usually comes over. She couldn’t make it this week and at first, I was glad. I didn’t want her to see me like this, even though it was all her idea. Now it’s Friday and I’m enjoying myself.…
I wanted to show my daughter something wild and free before it was too late. But I’m a shit mother, and that’s an inescapable fact. It’s in my bones, passed down in my family over hundreds of years, like other families pass down their sourdough starters. Rae was remarkably quiet on the drive south from Santa Cruz. I’d expected her…