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.
I was not where I wanted to be. This was because I was out. I was out at a bar called the Narrows in Bushwick–or East Williamsburg if you’re a real estate broker. The bar is called the Narrows because the building is very narrow. But really every building in New York City is narrow. […]
“Mommy—Don’t go to work,” my two-year-old daughter said, who’d just started speaking in sentences. As I put on my jacket, she began to cry. I kissed her cheek, and said, “I’ll be home later.” The babysitter fed her, and I closed the door. I heard her sobbing as I charged down the hallway. I had […]
I once took the New York City police exam on a whim. In the suburbs of Long Island where I grew up, a large portion of high school buddies already had badges and guns by their early twenties. “Dude,” an acquaintance would say from the stool of a local tavern, “I shot my gun off […]