SG Buckley
Bio
Writer and editor in London.
I write about parenting, technology, sustainability, and other subjects, but it's fiction I love writing most.
Stories (8/0)
11 Minutes
Minute 1: They’re in the corner of a coffee shop. A dad and his two-year-old son. The boy is awkwardly perched on a chair. The dad looks at his iPhone. The boy slips down from the chair and toddles to his father, grabbing a pant leg. The dad smiles affectionately and looks back at his phone.
By SG Buckley2 years ago in Fiction
A Friend’s Mom
He swears he remembers the day he was born. It was September 27, 1997 in the new Mercer Wing at West Shore Hospital. He says he can smell the ammonia; see the blinding florescent lights. He sees his parents hovering that first night, anxious he's still breathing.
By SG Buckley2 years ago in Fiction
The Sad But Dramatic Life Of An Ordinary Shirt
Innovative tracing technologies can track some clothes from the farm to the consumer. But what do they tell us about the quality of that journey? What is life like for the clothes? If people understood that journey better, maybe they would keep clothes longer. This is the story of one shirt’s life told by that shirt.
By SG Buckley2 years ago in Fiction
One Last Rock Before Sunset
It is golden hour, that magical time before sunset when the world is bathed in a fierce gold light. Hazel Wright rocks on her porch. She's 87, arthritic and constantly in pain. Her back is curved like a question mark. She watches the green-backed hummingbirds zip around the feeder she made from a soy sauce bottle and a strip of copper wire.
By SG Buckley3 years ago in Criminal
A Rebel or a Crab?
I used to love my star sign. I'm an Aquarius. We're creative and empathetic and true rebels at heart. According to Allure magazine, we Aquarians are unconventional and radical thinkers. We have unusual hobbies and a quirky dress sense. We are great humanitarians. We value our freedom, and can be stubborn in the pursuit of higher ideals.
By SG Buckley3 years ago in Motivation
A Small Black Notebook
I found it while packing up my father's house, on the coffee table in the den with the brown shag rug. A small black notebook with a soft cover. It looked like one Dad had when I was a boy. He said he used it to write things down he needed to remember. I went back to boxing up books and forgot all about it. My dad died two weeks ago.
By SG Buckley3 years ago in Families