Friday Lunch Blog

Dig in every month 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 second Friday of the month. With these blogs, we aim to give you a glimpse into Lunch Ticket and the values we stand by for this literary publication, 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!

Rain Clouds and Cherry Trees

Vicki Miller
The crowd presses around me. Hands reach up and out. Sticks hover…

Dear Football, I Love You

Andre Hardy
Dear Football, I love you. You have been the love of my life…

Becoming Characters

Nathan Elias
I’m staring at the footage from a short film I shot two…

Legacy

Kim Sabin
Last year I attended a party with my mother, in honor of her…

Myths of Men

Emily Eveland
I am a myth-maker; I make myths of men. My journals and essays…

Photo Sensitivity

Ari Rosenschein
I opened the door to my parents’ downstairs closet and flicked…

A Story of Family

Angela Bullock
A line was already forming outside the glass doors of Queens…

The Time of the Banshee

Melissa Benton Barker
  On April 26, 2017, Hulu will release a TV series…

Why I Write About Whiteness

Meredith Arena
There was a time in my life when I entertained the idea of saying…

Storytelling Lives: Just Keep Flying

Emma Margraf
Something has been missing. I’ve been looking for it since…

The Model World

Mary Birnbaum
I think I’ve been to Disneyland twenty times since November…

Press Start to Continue

Vicki Miller
As a video game producer, my job is to address problems that…

A Negro and a Hot Tub

Andre Hardy
The day begins with me realizing I am sore. My legs, butt, lower…

My Lover is Killing Me: Trauma and Writing

Emily Eveland
    I lost my mind again. I lose it frequently,…

To My Past Selves

Ari Rosenschein
This is a love letter from me to you. Why? Because you deserve…

Middle School is for Monsters

Melissa Benton Barker
all names and identifying data have been changed to protect privacy My…

The Wishful Dread of a Career in Art

Nathan Elias
I used to ghostwrite erotica novels. It was lucrative and…

The Beauty of Release

Kim Sabin
For two years and five months beginning in 2006, I lived…

Rituals of Kindness

Angela Bullock
                … for all our outward differences,…

Americans: Seeing Ourselves Through Growing Darkness

Meredith Arena
We all seemed small in the shadow cast by the Los Angeles Federal…

Rest Up and Wake Up

Ari Rosenschein
Last week, while walking a lazy lap around Echo Park Lake,…

Notes from the Daughter of a True Believer

Melissa Benton Barker
The many voices are taking over the mono-voice. For fuck’s…

Exit Manual

Mary Birnbaum
You have a waking nightmare, one that is recurring. You…

Not Fade Away

Katelyn Keating
I’m beyond your peripheral vision / so you might want to turn…

Artists in a Divided America

Levi Rogers
It’s Thursday, November 10th and I’m in downtown Salt…

Wednesday’s Children

Mary Birnbaum
Dear Lunch Ticket Readers, On Fridays, Lunch Ticket always…

Where the Women Are

Mary Birnbaum
How do I say this? I’ve been trying to say it for years.  Wait,…

Thank You, Donald

Angela Bullock
According to Darwin, the earthworm is an essential player in…

The Cone of Uncertainty

Katelyn Keating
Felt the lightning / And we waited on the thunder / Waited on…

Moths to a Flame

Juliann Allison
In July 2012, my teenaged daughter Reiley and I hiked into the…

The Over Under

Emma Margraf
I’ve always loved the ocean. When I was a child my family visited…

No Other Loss Can Occur So Quietly

Levi Rogers
I used to pray a God was listening I used to make my parents…

Best of the Net 2016 nominations

Arielle Silver
Lunch Ticket is honored and proud to nominate the following…

On Apples, Walnuts, and G. K. Chesterton

Angela Bullock
This month I am struggling with my writing. I may be falling…

The Dog Days are Over

Katelyn Keating
… I never wanted anything from you / Except everything you…

Home Alone

Mary Birnbaum
In June, my husband took our daughters to Kansas City for two…

Back to School

Juliann Allison
Back to school arrives so early now—often weeks before Labor…

Seed to Cup

Levi Rogers
My job is as a roaster and green buyer for a coffee company.…

Finding Voice

Angela Bullock
My parents were not joiners. Mom was a healthcare worker. Singing…

Cor Exaudientis

Katelyn Keating
He whispers again, dragging the listening heart of the young…

The Right to Write

Victoria Miller
“Isn’t it her right to write her experience in the way she…

Mommy, What if It’s Terrorists?

Juliann Allison
  French National Day commemorates the July 14, 1789…

Making Art from the Everyday

Levi Rogers
When I was sixteen I read a Christian men’s book called Wild…

Subway Home

Angela Bullock
Home is that accumulation of memory and sensation, not always…

In Service of Writing

Katelyn Keating
The restaurant buzzes. She might as well be on Mars. / Where…

Thank You

Alex Simand
This is a letter of gratitude. Gratitude for having had the…

A Recreational Use of Self

Diana Odasso
When I arrive at the DMV at eight in the morning, the line…

It’s Always Harder than it Looks

Juliann Allison
    Recently, my son Quentin called to report…

Now More Than Ever, Kendrick Lamar and Beyoncé

Levi Rogers
(What the white man say?) A piece of mine's That's what the…

It’s All Uphill (Unless It’s Downhill) From Here

Rochelle Newman-Carrasco
When I graduated from University of California, Irvine in 1980,…

The Antioch Review: Our Response

Arielle Silver
Dear Lunch Ticket readers, The literary community has circulated…

Lighter Than Air

Mary Birnbaum
There are only two interesting structures in Tustin, California,…

On Empathy and Race

Angela Bullock
My grandparents, Henry Bullock and Lucille Ford Bullock, were…

At the Junction of History and Fiction: A Family Reunion

Diana Odasso
Last summer, my brother and I met a first cousin for the…