KENDALL CALL

“Kendall Call captures an impossible admixture of emotions with a deeply human and deeply generous poetry. She writes into and through the entanglements of life and death. Her journey is fraught, and beautifully rendered. Her prose is gorgeous, vividly clear, surprisingly funny, wrenching and transporting.”

-Sarah Gerard, author of Sunshine State

Selected Chapters from A Memoir in Progress

The Mountain House

Call it a biological directive or a spiritual urge, but for as long as I could remember I had wanted a baby. This yearning lived somewhere beyond rational thought, beyond societal pressure or family obligations. It was drawn into the blueprint of my identity.  When I met Randy, Jeri advised me to ask him if […]

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The Topography of Our Land

My husband looked roughly the same, aside from the unkempt hair and the three-day stubble, but something inside his brain was unraveling. At first, I didn’t realize it, so I only half listened when he said he wanted to rent a backhoe and landscape our yard. During our decade of marriage, he had imagined and […]

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The Terrible Gravity

Randy’s mood mimicked the daylight. A steep nosedive in November followed by five months of depression. He barely left the bed. The heavy shape of his body imprinted on the mattress. I imagined a chalk outline. His electrical business had withered to nothing. I mustered up as much sympathy as I could bear, which wasn’t […]

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A Game of Clue

December sunlight sliced through the French doors and fell in a swath on my kitchen island. Home from taking the kids to school, I dropped my keys next to the sink and inhaled the silence of the empty house. Another day of rushing Rowan through his morning routine had me on edge. I regretted yelling […]

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There Was No Hummingbird

I became fixated on the final minutes of his life. Was he resolute, calm, maybe even liberated, as he hovered between life and death? I imagined him swimming to the surface after eons of holding his breath. Astonished by the details of the moment. The vanilla smell of pine bark, the peeling paint on the […]

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Tania Part One

The swollen sun amplified the turquoise, yellow and orange storefronts of Oaxaca in December. I was thirty-two, and along with my maternal relatives, had rented a villa with a central courtyard, where we gathered daily. I was still under the impression that I had the perfect family. My grandfather sat on a tall wooden chair […]

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-Regina Sadowski, musician