There was always something alluring about disclosure with strangers, the assurance that your secrets or failings would be forgotten, buried away in that person’s mind as they took a train to a different city, met a different person, until all the new memories fell as thick snow over the slender tracks of your disclosure.… more
Writer: Andrew Bertaina
Contemporary Parenting
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Andrew BertainaThe father preferred to talk about nature, about ideas, but neither of his kids were old enough for that now, so he found himself talking about overdoses.… more
My Daughter, Myself
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Andrew BertainaIt has been a hard year, or so your new therapist likes to say, filling the silence in her small office, two padded chairs facing one another over a small table, after you’ve spilled some new petty frustration about the kids, your girlfriend, your life. She sips her water and peers over at you kindly.… more
Angel
FICTION by Andrew BertainaBecause angels don’t drift down from heaven but once on a Tuesday evening in a steady rain to watch steam rise from coffee and listen to “American Pie” on the jukebox. … more
