Author Archives: Emily Hipchen
Remembrance of Things Past Remembering
“I just want you to understand discovering your mother in a rehabilitation hospital packing her things only these are not her things, these are trash things, used diapers, plastic wrap, wads of Kleenex, her purse turned inside out, her fears, her incomprehension, the memories of her mother, the desire for her mother, the way her […]
Family Tree
Can’t Say As I Ever Did by Emily Hipchen CARROLLTON Georgia—(Weekly Hubris)—7/18/11—In fourth grade, at South Ward Elementary School in Clearwater, Florida—the school I went to until after my fifth grade year, when my father moved us all to a bigger house in Seminole, some half an hour away—in fourth grade was the Mendel project. […]
In The Wake (Her Suicide & Me)
Can’t Say As I Ever Did by Emily Hipchen Editor’s Note: If ever I am asked about my life’s greatest accomplishments, I will dissemble (to a certain extent) and say, with the bright confidence of the liar: “I discovered the writer Emily Hipchen.” My publishing company did, in fact, publish her first book, Coming Apart […]
Seurat by Jigsaw Puzzle
Can’t Say As I Ever Did by Emily Hipchen CARROLLTON, GA—(Weekly Hubris)—2/14/10—This past Christmas, after a long and difficult fall, I wanted to do jigsaw puzzles. Plural. They’re a comfort, all those pieces that definitely fit, nothing left out to worry about the meaning of. Every piece accounted for, in exactly and only one correct […]
Goodsmokin.com
Can’t Say As I Ever Did by Emily Hipchen CARROLLTON, GA—(Weekly Hubris)—9/27/10—So I’m talking with some friends about the bad rap high fructose corn syrup has gotten. A kind of smear campaign, pegging HFCS as the source of obesity, diabetes, yeast infections, the Obama presidency, earthquakes along the Pacific plates, and visions of Mephistopheles climbing […]
Extremely Huge Voluntary Insemination Devices
Can’t Say As I Ever Did by Emily Hipchen CARROLLTON, GA—(Weekly Hubris)—9/13/10—As an initial column, I want to talk about sex. Kinky elephant sex. I figure, why not? A little while ago, Chuck—my husband—and I went to Busch Gardens in Tampa for his birthday. We don’t do roller coasters, only the zoo and gardens part. Chuck takes […]