• Jordan Hartzell

    piecing her together

    on not losing family stories

    March 25, 2021
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    Sophie’s father invented the chocolate-covered frozen banana. I’ve heard the story at so many Thanksgiving dinners that I don’t believe it anymore. He had a sundry, a shop that sold candy and ice cream, on a street corner in Strawberry Mansion, a neighborhood in Philadelphia. I’m told that at the end of the Second World […]

    out west

    on snowballs in july, onion dip, and found family

    March 5, 2021
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    We all say that the drive from Jackson to Sun Valley is something special. It takes us out past the cratered rocks, lunar wasteland, and brush speckling the hills that flatten down into the Idaho borderlands. Through that atomic ghost town, past the “Ice Cream 9 Miles” sign—red like the cherry on top of the […]

    september and october

    stills from home

    October 8, 2020
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    My dad has picked up airbrushing over the last month. He told me this morning that he’s expecting a new acrylic green in the mail. At night, after work, Dad has been going out to his barn, a tall-ceilinged open workspace with a kiln, most of a canoe, glassblowing materials, some miscellaneous wood—and metal-working equipment. […]

    loosening the reins

    musings of a (former?) horse girl

    September 24, 2020
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    I learned to fall off a horse before I learned to stay in the saddle. Once, during a lesson, Mom put a $5 bill under my butt and told me that I could keep it if I could stay seated while my horse cantered around the arena. When your horse trots, you should stand up […]

    846 castro st

    i used to be pre-med

    March 13, 2020
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    It took me all of freshman year and half of sophomore year to realize that I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, but that I sure as hell didn’t want to be a doctor. I ignored a lot of signs that the whole pre-medical thing wasn’t for me. I remember […]