It is winter. It is cold. It is freezing. You’ve left a bottle of water in the car, and as you throw yourself into the driver’s seat, grumpy and hassled, you notice it. The water inside is clear—still, like glass behind the plastic—and you pick it up, thinking to...
I am so excited to serve as creative nonfiction editor for Blue Mesa Review this year. As I begin sifting through submissions for our Fall 2025 issue, I’ll look for essays with a few key features. I tend to gravitate toward pieces with a compelling premise and...
