A PHP Error was encountered

Severity: Notice

Message: session_start(): Server (tcp 11211) failed with: Connection refused (111)

Filename: cowbird/session_helper.php

Line Number: 18

Mangled by Amy Neswald

Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • I mangled the macaroons.

    They were really expensive, too. I was going to bring them in to work to share, these beautiful little gems, but they are mangled beyond reproach.

    I was so upset that I ate the croissant I bought for Kelly.

    The ladies behind the counter asked me if I wanted a box. I said a bag was fine. "We're not fancy people," I said.

    They laughed. "Sometimes that's better," one of them answered in a delicate French flavor.

    "It's more fun, at least," I said, and tossed the treats in my bag.

    Last Christmas, I bought my friend a gift. To quell the concern of the vendor after refusing a bag in which I could carry the box containing the gift, I quipped, "mangled is my signature."

    I am so upset. They were so pretty. Now, they're not.

    Sitting on the train in my vintage winter coat, my chin barely able to escape the clutches of my scarf, I open the bag of mangled macaroons and chew on a mangled vanilla. I remember a winter moment from when I was six or so. I stuffed a candy cane in my bag to give to my very pretty teacher. It broke, and then it crumbled. By the time I reached the classroom, it had ground into a powder. Not even the cellophane could hold its shape.

    I cried. I was so disappointed. But, I think I gave it to her, anyway.

    Maybe I can have a neighbor over for mangled macaroons and tea.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.