![Riding in Cars Alone–Laura E. Bailey](https://hoffmanarts.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/winding-road-for-web.jpg)
Riding in Cars Alone–Laura E. Bailey
Memoir: Rite of passage: learner’s permit, tense lessons from a parent, afterschool drivers’ ed class with gory crash movies as cautionary tales. Escape chariot: ditching fifth period physics to join
![The Disappearing Hippie–Georgianna Marie](https://hoffmanarts.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/51-chevy-sq.jpg)
The Disappearing Hippie–Georgianna Marie
Essay: He’d been thinking about becoming a disappearing hippie for years. There were plenty of reasons to get away. Among them, sex-drugs-rock-and-roll beckoned. He’d been waiting to escape, though, holding
![Grabber Blue–Merridawn Duckler](https://hoffmanarts.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/grabber-blue-for-web.jpg)
Grabber Blue–Merridawn Duckler
Poetry: If you get behind a Ford Fairlane on a truck bed you must speak the name as it passes. First the clouds are scalloped, then oooph into big monoamniotic
![Part Time Wife–Georgianna Marie](https://hoffmanarts.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/part-time-mod-for-web.jpg)
Part Time Wife–Georgianna Marie
Memoir: I’ve been a part-time wife for the last 18 years. Then, my husband retired from his gone-half-the-time career as a pilot. After flying all over the world for two
![Penny Wise–Martha Johnson](https://hoffmanarts.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/pennies-for-web.jpg)
Penny Wise–Martha Johnson
Memoir: “Do you know anything about pennies?” Rob asked. “No.” Now what? I wondered. One morning, as I walked down the center aisle to my desk, I noted a colleague,
![Being the Company–Georgianna Marie](https://hoffmanarts.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/05/laptop-on-beach-for-web.jpg)
Being the Company–Georgianna Marie
Essay: “How do you feel about your wife’s job?” This question changed my life. It was early 2010 and I’d owned my own small corporate training consulting firm for nearly
![The Red House–Karen Keltz](https://hoffmanarts.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/red-barn-for-web.jpg)
The Red House–Karen Keltz
Don’t ask me the name of our street some tree name—alder, aspen, oak? The FFA barn across the street spewed boys beating their cattle to make them mind. My father
![Scarlet Fever–Ellis Conklin](https://hoffmanarts.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/scarlet-fever-for-web.jpg)
Scarlet Fever–Ellis Conklin
Fiction The fever raged. Her thoughts ran wild, as did her dreams. When the DC-10 began to twitch like a convict strapped to an electric chair, Scarlet Diggs began to
![Mutability–Isa de Quesada](https://hoffmanarts.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/02/red-leaf-for-web.jpg)
Mutability–Isa de Quesada
Poetry: Autumn moves into winter with a clear intent to let go. Winter has no problem waiting in silence – Its icy grasp gathers around trunks freezing roots and blackening
![Deeper Scars–Georgianna Marie](https://hoffmanarts.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/02/pool-party-for-web.jpg)
Deeper Scars–Georgianna Marie
Memoir: Blood gushed between my bony fingers and down the back of my arm. I grabbed my chin, beads of scarlet dripping off my elbow onto the dirty linoleum floor