Category Archives: Family

Birthdays Past

Posted on April 4, 2022 by allisongreenwriter

There’s something magical about our parents’ lives in the years just before and after we were born. Or maybe it’s only me that finds them magical. My parents met, fell in love, and made me. Out of nothing, something. Out … Continue reading →

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Soup

Posted on December 26, 2020 by allisongreenwriter

Chop leeks, onions, garlic, and tomatoes. Sauté in olive oil until soft. I cook in our small kitchen, chopping on the butcher block cart, and looking down occasionally at the street where masked people walk on their way to the … Continue reading →

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Dispatch from Seattle #2

Posted on May 24, 2020 by allisongreenwriter

In the picture on the box, several hundred colorful birds perch, fly, and hover on a white background. All have stick legs that look the same on the thousand tiny pieces spread across our dining room table. My spouse Arline … Continue reading →

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A Tribute

Posted on June 10, 2019 by allisongreenwriter

Two friends recently gave us sourdough starter at the same time and, not knowing what we were doing, we accepted both. One came with a name: Bobby. One came nameless. We soon took to thinking of our starters as “hers” … Continue reading →

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New Publication: “Twenty Hours and Ten Minutes of Therapy,” The Gettysburg Review

Posted on March 15, 2015 by allisongreenwriter

The Gettysburg Review has published my essay, “Twenty Hours and Ten Minutes of Therapy,” in the spring 2015 issue. In 1985-1986, as I was coming out, I spent about six months in therapy. It was almost thirty years before I … Continue reading →

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Silent Tide

Posted on February 9, 2015 by allisongreenwriter

In the year after we moved into our building, we never met the reclusive white-haired woman down the hall, and then she was carried away on a stretcher and didn’t come back. Some months later, Arline offered to periodically check … Continue reading →

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