The week after Grandpa moved in, the lawn started sinking. It gradually descended in front of the house, the grass breaking apart in iceberg chunks that were eventually swallowed by dirt, until there was nothing but a gaping hole. At the end of summer, it rained so hard the entire lawn filled up. I carried…
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Brittany Bronson
Brittany Bronson lives in Las Vegas where she works as an English instructor and cocktail server. She is a contributing op-ed writer for the New York Times, where she writes about low-wage labor and Nevada’s working class. Her work has also appeared in Paper Darts, Cosmonauts Avenue, Juked, and Bitch Magazine. In 2016 she was awarded a Literary Fellowship in Creative Nonfiction with the Nevada Arts Council. She received her MFA in Creative Writing at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas.
Brian Demers
Brian is a graduate of the Art Institute with a BA in Game Art and Design. Currently, he is a project manager for Electronic Arts. He prefers to work in ink.
