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Issue #2

The Umgebung

Sort of a Christmas Story

No one at the Christmas party seemed particularly interested when Bird brought up Jakob von Uexküll’s insight into the mind of the tick. The tick? people said to Bird, eyebrows raised, shoulders turning ever so slightly towards an exit. Are we talking ticks? I wouldn’t think a tick had much of a mind. Exactly! Bird said. As von Uexküll pointed out, the tick’s simple sensory apparatus recognizes only three aspects of the physical world: a sensitivity to sunlight which leads it to the top of a blade of grass; the smell of butyric acid from the sebaceous follicles of mammals, which tells it when to let go and fall; and the heat of blood which guides it through the hair to its dinner. In von Uexküll’s theory that’s the tick’s umwelt—it’s self-world—the specific way in which it is embedded in the umgebung, the otherwise unknowable reality which surrounds us all. Though surrounding isn’t quite accurate…

Title Fight

“How Come We Have to Have the Girl Coach?”

Roadkill

Something Smells. Must Be Those Confederate Street Signs.

Issue #1

O, Brother

This Getting Old, These Failing Hearts

A Modest Proposal

(With Apologies to Jonathan Swift)

Being for the Benefit of the Citizens of Our Glorious County, Their Children, and Future Faithful Generations

Why Pie & Chai

Expanding Minds, Forging Connections, Sweetening Lives

We’re launching Pie & Chai Magazine for a simple reason: to provide good writers with a place to tell good stories, the kind worth sharing. In these stories—under the broad categories of Deep Dives, Being Human, Prescriptions, LOL, Etcetera, and 22401(ish)—we hope to move, enlighten, and amuse you, and draw you in to a creative community.

We aren’t here to make money. We won’t sell subscriptions, we won’t run ads, we won’t pirate your data, and our contributors won’t get paid. Everything here will exist because someone cared enough to create it. For free.

All Categories

Deep Dives

Mayday

A Crash Course in American Healthcare

NO MOSS?

For Hospital Corporation,
Free Clinic Support ‘In Perpetuity’
Comes to an End After 20 Years
(They’re Keeping the Building, Too)

Being Human

Widowhood

A Confession

All that banging was happening inside my dream; yet it kept going. Insistent. Urgent. 

I rolled over and squinted at the clock. 2:20 a.m. Someone was pounding on the front door. Ahhh, my husband forgot his key. He’s home, finally, from the college basketball game he’d flown down to Wake Forest to see. In darkness, I lurched down the hallway to let him in.

On my porch stood a young Fredericksburg cop. His cruiser was in the driveway, blue lights swirling in the night. I tugged my T-shirt down as far as it would go over my bare legs and wondered if I was in some kind of trouble.

Burying Teeny Tiny

A Better Place

My first scientific experiment was to find out if heaven existed. Of course it wasn’t real science. I didn’t know anything about the experimental method, but I knew there was something I had to find out. By the time I was 6, I had heard a lot about heaven from my devoutly religious father and from preachers who conducted funerals. You have to understand that when I was growing up in the farming community of Smithfield, Virginia, back in the 1940s, funerals and weddings were the two biggest social events, and my family didn’t miss a one. Funerals and weddings were like family reunions with people you hadn’t seen since the last event and one person you’d never see again.

Ripple

Three Stories and a Joke

Prescriptions

Ripple

Three Stories and a Joke

LOL

Letter to Trump

Mexico’s Just Sitting There Waiting for You. Step on It.

Porn Free

A Cub Reporter Makes the Front Page

Low on the Hog

One Man’s Quest for the Perfect Pickled Pigs’ Feet

22401-ish

Mayday

A Crash Course in American Healthcare

NO MOSS?

For Hospital Corporation,
Free Clinic Support ‘In Perpetuity’
Comes to an End After 20 Years
(They’re Keeping the Building, Too)

No Moss?

For Hospital Corporation, Free Clinic Support ‘In Perpetuity’ Comes to an End After 20 Years

Etcetera