Friday Lunch Blog

Dig in as our Lunch Ticket staff brings you thought-provoking personal essays and nonfiction stories in our Friday Lunch Blog. From stories about grief and loss, to tales of growing up and overcoming challenges, to celebratory pieces about love and family, these stories are shared every other Friday throughout the year. With these blogs, we aim to give you a glimpse into Lunch Ticket and the values we stand by: to empower writers and readers with the knowledge and skills to lead meaningful lives and to advance social, economic, and environmental justice. We hope you enjoy.

More Than Four Squares

Tom Pyun
A recent DNA analysis told me I’m “less likely to freckle,” “more susceptible to male pattern baldness,” and have “a…

What We Hold Inside

Janet Rodriguez
Nesting Matryoshka dolls were originally created as an homage to family, each doll at home inside a loving matriarch. Now…

Diagnosis

Esteban Cajigas
Two years after being hospitalized, I’m still not 100% certain…

For the Love of It

Liz Tynes Netto
am·a·teur·ism /ˈamədəˌrizəm,ˈaməˌt(y)o͝oˌrizəm,ˈaməˌCHo͝oˌrizəm/ noun: amateurism …

Center of the Living Room

Cristina Van Orden
My father is a simple man in old age. He lives on the outskirts…

Mad Scientist

Kate Carmody
Books rest on shelves, floors, tables, and chairs in my home.…

Small Details

Andrea Auten
I notice small details. Hairline cracks in a wall, misspellings…

When Greek Gods Fall

Tom Pyun
His name was Nicolas. We called him “Greek God.” It was…

UFYH

by Lily Caraballo
Sometime in the past week or so, I hit a funk. I decided to catch…
Young black woman standing in front of pink background turns head to side yelling into a megaphone.

The Reluctant Activist

A.D. Lowman
I rifled through the plastic container, searching for the perfect…
Author with their sibling

Big Sib, Little Sib

Adrien Kade Sdao
I was 14 when my mom told me she was pregnant. Right away, I knew it would be a little…

Invincible (Two Missed Calls)

Esteban Cajigas
It’s the eve of my mother’s heart surgery. I’m not referring…

Bad Connection

E.P. Floyd
My husband and I married in Madison, Wisconsin four years ago…

Los Angeles in the Rain

Adrien Kade Sdao
My car’s having problems, again, so I’ve been taking the…

New Math

A.D. Lowman
Dear [REDACTED], At first, I stared at your e-mail and blinked…

The Language of Community

Janet Rodriguez
Once I gave up alcohol, sugar and flour, there were only…

A Queer Declaration

Alisha Escobedo
Over the weekend, I watched Gaycation for the first time. This…

Awakening the Unconscious Legacy [trigger warning]

Kate Carmody
I dreamt I was a sex slave. One of many, though I couldn’t…

Being A Stepmother

Liz Tynes Netto
Being a stepmother is different from being a mother. And maybe…

Finding the Woman with Jasmine: A Self-Portrait

Cristina Van Orden
My husband kissed me in the middle of the night eight months…
The startling difference between XXY and XY runners

How Roland Barthes Changed My Life

Gene Manne
My original piece for this was titled “What It Means to Be…

Now What?

Lily Caraballo
I graduated two weeks ago, but it feels like a year went…

The Passport Nightmare

Jasper Henderson
They say that as much as the human mind can remember experiences…

#VirginiaWoolf, #Instagram, and #Feminism

E.P. Floyd
#ARoomofOnesOwn What would Virginia Woolf do? Upon…

Everybody’s Child

Andrea Auten
Dear Dad, I’m writing to you for help. Weeks now, I’ve…

In and Out

Sarita Sidhu
I learned to breathe in Virginia Beach, at the age of thirty-six.…

Live, Work, Skate

Tom Pyun
You’re ten years old and your father says you’re handsome.…

Packing Lists and Passed-On Traits

E.P. Floyd
Thick wool hiking socks, check. Eight pairs of underwear,…

Bad Vegan

Sarita Sidhu
  Colorful, steaming bowls of dhal (lentils) and hot…

Becoming Buddha

Diane Gottlieb
I sit at the keyboard rapidly typing, as my student and I are…

The Takers

Andrea Auten
I’m terrified of masks. Don’t come calling on me if you’re…

The View From 10,000 Feet

Jasper Henderson
One day when I was thirteen, I took my allowance down to Windsong…

Delusions of Grandeur

Esteban Cajigas
What's Past is Prologue The man said sorry. That's all he could…

April Brucker: International Woman of Mystery

April Brucker
It’s 8:30 a.m., and unlike me, New York City is already fully…

Perpetual Summer

Adrien Kade Sdao
As a kid growing up on the asphalt of Los Angeles, I treasured…

Northside Newcomer

Kate Carmody
39.7768° N, 105.0382° W The clouded sky and thunder have been…

Hydration

Tom Pyun
Twenty years ago, in a storefront on Avenue D in New York’s…

Food Justice: A Menu

E.P. Floyd
Breakfast Club            I had a story…
Author's Photo Yvonne de la Cruz Sanchez

“We Are Connected, We Have the Same Blood”

Yvonne de la Cruz Sanchez
This morning was as close to a semi-typical morning as it…

Bending the Spectrum

Sarita Sidhu
A four-letter word that ends in “k.” That’s how my…

Separated Faces (A Year in Baltimore)

Esteban Cajigas
My mother opens her eyes to a vast cloud of nothingness. Freckles…

Identity

Kristina Ortiz
Two years ago, I was talking to my roommate, who is Mexican American,…

Put Yourself Up

Andrea Auten
I tell mothers: Be careful how you bodytalk in front of your…

Packing Up Books

Jasper Henderson
When a nighthawk leaves her nest, she takes only the feathers…

Dear Glitch

Adrien Kade Sdao
You were my best friend, and I didn’t know you very well. We…

Feeling Like a Fraud

Jerry Parent
Is it embarrassing that my nineteen-year-old child has never…

Loving Women

Jahzerah Brooks
For most of my life, I've had issues with women. But it grew…

Oversharing 101: #getoversharing

Kate Carmody
Sometimes I have a problem with oversharing. The lady next…

A Bridge West

Jahzerah Brooks
I am often surprised by how many people have heard of my hometown…

The Mad World

Mary Birnbaum
1. I didn’t mean to get serious about running. I try not to…

Medical Freedom

Emma Margraf
It was the middle of the day on a Friday when the breast cancer…
West Oakland Station

Not So Random Thoughts About Light, Dark and Hope

Jesus Sierra
 I took BART into San Francisco to do my writing work today.…

Octavia, How do We “Shape Chaos”?

Meredith Arena
In the house I share with five people, I spearhead the vegetable…

Green Card Blues

Nikki San Pedro
It comes as a surprise to many American friends that I, their…