Everything is About Cancer, Except Cancer, Which is About Me

Creative Nonfiction by Caroline Little

My dad belongs to raccoon alley. He belongs to streetcars and skyscrapers, to a rhododendron cloaked in winter canvas. He belongs to jazz standards on an upright piano, warbling their way up the stairs to almost-sleeping ears. My dad is ill-fitting in this domain of single-use plastics. Lately, the plastics seem to disagree.

creative nonfictioncarte blanche magazineOctober 25, 2026Caroline LittleComment