400 Words


Work

Nursing, 1955

by Kay—Age 69—Sewell, NJ
What had possessed me to think I wanted to be a nurse? I was eighteen years old, filling a washbasin and crying at the sink in the eight bed women’s ward. I was dressed in my blue and white stripped uniform, white stockings and oxfords. The starched cap worn by nursing students […]

Lost

by Jamie—Age 26—Kingston, NY
I was just out of high school, fresh off the chopping block and had to find my means of living. I was in the arcade playing some video games to separate this new adult feeling, when I saw a huddle of blue shirt and khaki pants gang. I soon realized they weren’t […]

Rise

by Caetlin—Age 32—Seattle, WA
Anyone would call my meteoric rise from the lowly position of production assistant to digital designer in less than six month’s time an act of dumb luck or the result of some form of blackmail. The truth is I’ve worked exceedingly hard for it. I get up at 4.15 every […]

History

by William—Age 44—St. Paul, MN
I worked on the archive for a year, and felt I knew the man whose papers I cataloged. The collection started with birth, ended with death. All he’d done was meticulously stored in a series of boxes. These had to be examined before his wealthy family donated them […]