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Oh, You Shouldn’t Have | Johanna Stein

May 7, 2014 by danastoryclubclevelandcom

“Oh, You Shouldn’t Have” comes to us from Johanna Stein’s new book  How Not to Calm a Child on a Plane, on sale now on Amazon, B&N, andIndiebound. See more at jojostein.com It’s late December and I’ve just squeezed a nine-pound girl child through my hoo-ha. She’s being cleaned in the hospital nursery while her new, freaked-out father keeps watch. I am still in the delivery room, feeling exhausted, slightly throbbing, by mostly happy that it’s over and I no […]

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Until Sunday Morning | Shannon Cason

May 7, 2014 by danastoryclubclevelandcom

The bathrooms at LaGuardia Airport remind me of the Taste of Chicago’s Port-a-Potties, but I have to drop a deuce before I head to Manhattan. Car service would be $50, a taxi $30, a shuttle $25, so I decide to walk to the M60 bus at the terminal stop because I’m in no hurry. I’ve traveled from Midway to LaGuardia via Spirit Airlines to see my daughter, Madison, who is three-years-old, and lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. The M60 […]

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Waiting for Ogatai to Die | Robert Norris

May 7, 2014 by danastoryclubclevelandcom

Seven hundred and seventy-two years ago, December eleventh, at about dawn, a man on the other side of the world died after a night of heavy drinking. He was fifty-two. If he had lived to be fifty-four or fifty-five, chances are very good that no one in this room would exist.

Categories: Rob Norris, Story Club North Side

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Why Not Me | Jen Bosworth

May 7, 2014 by danastoryclubclevelandcom

My mother was diagnosed with cancer for the second time in 2010, less than a month before my wedding. After that, weird things started happening to me. I began to dream about Jack White.

Categories: Jen Bosworth, Story Club North Side

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The Funeral | Paul Canada

May 7, 2014 by danastoryclubclevelandcom

The first time I ever masturbated, I buried my underwear in the backyard. Yes. You heard me correctly. I was eleven the first time “dirty love juice” had ever come out of my … no. No. I couldn’t even say it. Good Catholics did not do this. They did not masturbate. They did not say the word penis outside of a doctor’s office. That shit was vulgar. And at that very moment, as I lay in bed soaked in fluids, […]

Categories: Paul Canada, Story Club Minneapolis

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The Irish Goodbye | Jeremy Owens

May 7, 2014 by danastoryclubclevelandcom

There is nothing worse than leaving a party. I am the absolute worst at it. It’s not the leaving so much as having to say all of those dreadful goodbyes. The hugs, the handshakes, the air kisses—it all makes me anxious. I prefer a nice Irish goodbye.

Categories: Jeremy Owens, Story Club North Side

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Valor | Lara Levitan

May 7, 2014 by danastoryclubclevelandcom

So, there we stood in the parking lot of the Chateaux Rose in Rosemont, watching Kelly’s dad puke. When you’re a kid, seeing an adult vomit is like spotting your teacher in public, but way worse. You’re shocked and appalled by their realness, their human-ness, and, in the case of Kelly’s dad, their complete and total drunkenness.

Categories: Lara Levitan, Story Club North Side

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The Mad Years | Randy Osborne

April 30, 2014 by danastoryclubclevelandcom

My grandmother Madeline often glanced up from her sewing or stopped the vacuum cleaner, stared at me for a long moment and said, softly, “God will give you blood to drink.”

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Brother and Sister | Angela Benander

April 23, 2014 by danastoryclubclevelandcom

I threatened to murder my brother once. It was a hot summer day in his room, which was at the top of the stairs, littered with dirty clothes and He-Man action figures. It was 1986. I was ten years old. Carl Eric was about to turn seven. In his fingers, he had a tangle of my chest-length dirty blond hair and was yanking, hard. This was his preferred maneuver in our many physical fights. I know what you’re thinking, who […]

Categories: Angela Benander, Story Club North Side

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