In Narratively's first five years, our memoirists have scoured the world for Nazis, helped strangers with severed fingers, navigated life as a clown, and much more.
After bringing you editors’ picks of the single best stories from each of our first five years, our finest longform “deep dives” and a few stories you may have missed, we’re wrapping up our month-long anniversary celebration with our all-time favorite memoirs.
We hope you enjoy them, and cheers to five years of Narratively! We’re so very grateful for your continued readership and support.
By Dena Landon
How my mother, grandmother and I saved, schemed and sacrificed to gain independence from our controlling husbands.
By Ariel Henley
It took me years to realize that despite being born with a rare facial disfigurement, beauty is more than a cold calculation.
By Joseph A. Lapin
When your mom is bipolar and believes everything is trying to kill her, the simple act of getting to the hospital becomes a battle of epic proportions.
By Jennifer Fliss
I’ve never spoken about what it was like growing up in a house overflowing with guns. But now I understand how even weapons that are never fired can wound us for life.
By Kim Porter
I was suicidally depressed, until a bloody emergency reminded me what I’m capable of.
By Garrett McGrath
I was a college student stoked to land a summer gig as a union-wage doorman – until I learned the job description included everything from hauling out hoarders to discovering dead bodies.
By Karen Kirsten
Among my family’s many wartime secrets is the shocking story of the SS officer who rescued my mother as a toddler and hid her in a Polish convent – and I just had to find him.
By Billy Doidge Kilgore
When I resigned from my job to care for our infant son, I fancied myself the perfect progressive father. One year later, I’m an isolated, energy-sapped mess.
By Sarah Viren
How writing about a conversion-therapy minister from Texas and his I-swear-I’m-cured-of-it young son taught me about compassion.
By Celeste Ramos
I’d wanted him dead for years, but that didn’t stop me from grieving.
By Meredith Ramirez Talusan
My domineering dad stood by me during my gender transition, but I didn’t truly become a woman until I finally stood up to him.
12. Growing Up Clown
By Brandon Ambrosino
As the loving son of a clown, I reveled in all the goofy wonder of the performance art. As a grown man, I learned what was really underneath my mother’s painted-on smile.
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