Catapult Alumni | Nonfiction

A Brazilian in Antarctica

When James Brown offered me the job at the South Pole Research Station he told me about three things that I would find there: 1. The world’s greatest boss 2. A great love 3. The SKUA shack. The SKUA shack breaks up the ten to twenty-minute walk (depending on the wind strength and chill) from […]

‘watch your child or it will fall into this bucket of poison’

  When I go to peel the fabric that is waxed on in the crest of my thigh it is almost a relief since the pain, even though extreme, is still less than the meatier areas. I rejoice by holding back screams of relief until I realize that worst is yet to come.