Sasee Magazine

Todd says that when I die, he’s gonna have my obituary include a line that says “Pack a lunch” for those who plan to attend my funeral. He plans to headline the event by telling stories about me. Given that he’s the husband of my friend Sandy, who I have known more than half my [...]

Sometimes walking from my cubicle, on some errand to a distant office or delivery pickup station, through warehouses stacked with giant shelves loaded with boxes of books, I am tempted to sing, just belt out a tune in what might be an acoustically wonderful space. But I haven’t – yet. There was a time when [...]

My husband is a sensible man. Practical. Responsible. Intelligent. And certainly logical. Mitch protects his back by bending his knees when lifting a heavy suitcase and doesn’t wear suede shoes in the rain. In fact, he doesn’t even own suede shoes. He knows what to do when what-looks-like-a-red-sailboat, but turns out to be the oil [...]

My behavior was inexplicable that day when I went shopping and bought Richard a gift for no apparent reason. Richard was the man with whom I had shared my life. For 14 years we had been best friends, co-writers, lovers and soul mates. We meditated together, liked the same movies and restaurants, held similar political [...]

As far back as I can remember, I always loved to write, from making homemade Mother’s Day cards that my mom adored, to writing poems and limericks. I knew I was destined to work for Hallmark someday or at the least write for a living. My family, however, was sure I would be an actress [...]

The last year of living with a teenager before they leave for college is a bit like living with a “Pushmi-Pullyou.” (Read your Dr. Dolittle: it’s a creature with a head at each end that tries to go two directions at once.) They push you away HARD trying to establish that they are – Yes [...]

I held my son’s plump, little hand as he negotiated the first step up into the big, yellow bus that we had watched pass our house for the past two weeks on its pre-school practice runs. He reached the top stair and turned to me. The strawberry blonde hair that I had so carefully gelled [...]

My mom was an English major and an English teacher. So it was only natural for this to be my strongest subject in school and for me to enjoy reading and writing. In high school and college, I received positive comments on my compositions and literary analyses. “You should be an English major,” one professor [...]

Inks Lake State Park. 1959. I’m 15-years-old and there’s a really cute boy camped two spots from us. He’s taller than me (I’m already 5’10”), and he has pimples, but so do I. He wears his hair in a flattop and mopes around his campsite all day. His parents fish and cook their catch on [...]

I sit on the step, my knees tucked snugly against my chest, my toes making small ripples in the puddle beneath me. I stare out at the rain, a soft sigh escaping my lips. The hard concrete beneath me is damp and I can feel my jeans growing soggy, yet I have no desire to [...]