Brenda Miller is the author of Season of the Body and co-author of Tell it Slant: Writing and Shaping Creative Nonfiction Her newest collection of essays, Blessing of the Animals, is forthcoming from Eastern Washington University Press. Her work has received five Pushcart Prizes and has been published in many journals, including Fourth Genre, Creative Nonfiction, The Sun, Utne Reader, The Georgia Review, and The Missouri Review.
She currently lives in Bellingham, WA, with her dog Abbe and her cat Madrona, both of whom are acting as muses for her next book, where she is an Associate Professor of English at Western Washington University and serves as Editor-in-Chief of the Bellingham Review.
Analyzed this micro-memoir for the section of my studies in components of narrative and theory, specifically in yearning and sentences. It was alright, I guess. Nothing particularly special. Kind of a flat 5/10.
“i'm sorry, i said, and i said it again, and we continued on our way through the desert, in the dark of night, with the contraband you had put in our trunk, with the brake light you hadn't fixed blinking on and off, me driving because you were too drunk, or too tired, or too depressed, and we traveled for miles into our future, where eventually i would apologize for the eggs being overcooked, and for the price of light bulbs, and for the way the sun blared through our trailer windows and made everything too bright, and i would apologize when i had the music on and when I had it off, i'd say sorry for being in the bathroom, and sorry for crying, and sorry for laughing, i would apologize, finally, for simply being alive, and even now i'm sorry i didn't swerve, i didn't get out of the way”