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.
On weekends it’s a tossup, either my wife or I go on expedition for our Dunkin’ Donuts coffee and this was my turn. Because I knew the usual place on Queens Boulevard was closed for repairs I had to head down to the one on 61st in the Woodside valley. On the way back I […]
I was dropped off in Hell’s Kitchen with my turquoise vinyl trunk, my art school scholarship, and the soundtrack to Midnight Cowboy sensurrounding my dreams. Everybody’s talking at me I don’t hear a word they’re saying Only the echoes of my mind I was eighteen, and ready for the 1970s. On my own. My stepfather-to-be […]
It was one of those days where the sky was an azure sheet pulled taut against Heaven and the water was as flat and reflective as a mirror. This was the view of the Hudson from my then-boyfriend’s Battery Park apartment. We had both just graduated from college. I, with my bachelor’s, he with his […]