![]() To better understand the contours and corners of creative nonfiction, I organize the genre. But … well, I like my bars and shelves, my containers. When I think of creative nonfiction, I think of the genre as a wide-open box, one that is ever expanding to include more shapes and inventions. My tops are sorted by color, then by pattern. As a highly organized person, I hang my dresses from sleeveless to long sleeve, knee-length to ankle. I love my closets with their bars and shelves, dedicated boxes and bins. The box is like a closet without bars and shelves. In and out go folders, books, pencils, markers, stickers, rulers, paper clips, paper masks, notes from home, notes for home, open hand sanitizer bottles, used tissues, animal crackers, empty juice boxes, pepperoni, Cheetos. In practice, the boxes are a bit of a mess. ![]() ![]() One of the many measures my sons’ elementary school has in place for pandemic-time in-person learning is file boxes: an open box under each chair to hold all personal materials, so no one shares crayons or germs. ![]()
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