Sara Lippmann is a 2012 New York Foundation for the Arts Fiction Fellow. Her stories have been published in Joyland, Slice Magazine, PANK, Our Stories, Women Arts Quarterly, Big Muddy, Jewish Fiction and elsewhere, placed on Wigleaf's list of Top 50 [very] short fictions, nominated for the Pushcart Prize and included in a handful of anthologies. Assorted nonfiction has appeared in GQ, Details, CityNY, American Baby, Fourth Genre, Used Furniture Review, Stymie and other publications. She co-hosts the Sunday Salon, a monthly NYC reading series, and lives in Brooklyn with her husband and children.
The blaring music is only background noise to my mumbled senses. Effie slaps a card down on the cheap plastic table N.Y.U. has inside every dorm room’s kitchen. Effie says some number and the four of us (Effie, Eleanor, Duke, and I) have to take a drink. It seems like for every card Duke and […]
To say that I am not a morning person is both unimaginative and a gross understatement. Each day I try to avoid the morning, altogether. When I wake up in the afternoon, it takes me multiple cups of water and coffee as well as several scrolls through my Instagram feed to regain my pleasant disposition. […]
I’m not the girl who woke up from another one-night-stand. But I could be, in the view from the Sephora window. It’s raining: The dull Saturday too-early morning pitter-patters against the makeup counters; my nerves, pounding on the exposed brick. I feel like a quasi-well-dressed spy. Partly because “quasi” is the word that won me […]