Nonfiction Archives - Columbia Journal

“My Heart Will Always Be With You”

In the old Korea image, the heart appeared raised, not engraved. Plump, like a real heart.

Every love story is a ghost story in the sense that the beloved often lingers, haunts, and possesses...

My son is a year-old as I write this, and he’s slept through the night twice. Both times...

I dropped my ponytail and gave her my full attention as she breathed out, “He’s the leader of...

My brother has never been my enemy. But I worry about what he could be driven to do...

Soon after re-entering their natal streams, the salmon’s kidneys fail. Having come to maturity in the ocean, they...

There was an undeniable charm to the unlikely nature of our bond, a lighthearted Frenchman and an aging...

I want my mom. I do. I may be thirty-five years old—too old for wanting mothers—but I’m also...

She looks away in horror and I re-sheet myself. I don’t blame her. I’m disgusted too.

Despite our shared grief, the conversation was stunted at first—we were still adults—known enemies to teenagers all over.

When she was dying, it was easy to see her spoons dripping off her remote controlled hospital bed.

The law of falling bodies states that if I had somehow touched Tom’s body as it fell through...