creative nonfiction

Danielle Foushée

Women‘s Voices in My Head

Conversations between women and non-gender-conforming people are fundamentally different from those that include men. There's a spirit of...

Danielle Foushée

Antegrief (in 3 parts)

One “Cuddle Bug,” I call him — my 13 year-old chihuahua mix, who neeeeds to be physically attached to someone at all times. I squeeeeze...

Danielle Foushée

A Scene from Vietnam

Pasts and futures are braided together with maps. There are as many types of maps as there are stories, and perhaps my story will come in...

Danielle Foushée

Firescape & Nectar

He sees me, and hovers in front of my face for a moment. Eye contact. Understanding. We’re drunk on our senses, on desire — looking for some

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Danielle Foushée

Mazatzal: Place of the Deer

Ten artists from across the country meet for the first time at the Deer Creek trailhead for a weeklong wilderness retreat. It’s important...

Danielle Foushée

Two Days in Phoenix: A City of Contrasts

I depart from Seattle on a grey and misty day in November 2015, headed to Phoenix, Arizona.[1] I’ve never visited Phoenix before, and...

Danielle Foushée

I Forgot...

Where I left my keys To put the wet clothes in the dryer To feed the dogs What temperature to set the oven To check the mail To show up...

Danielle Foushée

A Neighbor’s Scorn

The sun’s rays barely peeked over Sheep Hill this morning and I was already fired up. I walk a lot — every day at least two miles, often...

Danielle Foushée

Housebound

According to the U.S. Postal Service, the first private mail receptacles came into use in 1896. They were a hodgepodge of whatever usable it

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