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 massage was about three-quarters of the way through when Galina stopped what she was doing and disappeared, leaving me face down and naked on the table, without a word of explanation. Galina? Bafflement gave way to blessed relief that her thumbs had, for a moment, ceased bullying me into a state of relaxation. I […]
“No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that, it is futile to attempt a picnic in Eden.” — Elizabeth Bowen There’s a man across the street. He’s seventy-five, maybe eighty years old. He comes out of a red door in the apartment building kitty-corner […]
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 […]