About Chris Wiewiora

Chris Wiewiora is the author of the e-book Riding Solo from Thought Catalog. He mostly writes nonfiction, which has been published on nerve, the Rumpusand the Huffington Post as well as many other magazines. He is a regular contributor to The Good Men Project. Read more at www.chriswiewiora.com.



Nothing says “sorry” like a fist.



As I stand under an apricot tree, a golden set of stairs appears.


doppleganger, unfair comparisons, replacement boyfriends, interchangeable boyfriends

Chris Wiewiora is constantly aware of being compared to ‘the old Chris’—his new girlfriend’s previous boyfriend.

The Power of Love Notes

love note

Whenever I think of love notes I think about the one stuck to my parents’ bathroom mirror.



What do you do when you know your friend has cheated on his girlfriend?

How to (Not) Become a Male Pornstar


Ever watched porn and thought, ‘I could do this, easy’?

Objects in Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear

car driver's side mirror

I want to reminiscence, but I don’t believe we remember things the same as each other.

Suburban Sonnet

suburban homes

It’s morning in the suburbs.

Top Ten Reasons a Literary Snob Won’t Go Out with You

Keeping Eustace alive for the next generation

Being a snob means being discerning and exclusive. Try not to take it too hard.



Chris Wiewiora describes his distance from a high school stabbing.

Two Abortions, Herpes, and 69: Some Things That Made Me Not Go on a Second Date


“I was too much of a coward to say I was sorry.”

#44: Shifting


“He could’ve done some damage in high school football, but he was the assistant manager counting my drawer.”

Grand (re)Opening


Chris Wiewiora explains how reuniting with an ex is a testament to hope and human strength.

Sleeping Over


Chris Wiewiora remembers the first morning he woke up next to a woman.

On the Page

boy reading

Chris Wiewiora remembers how, no matter where his missionary parents moved, his mother always had a book with her, and how that literary dedication passed on to him.

The Girl Next to Me


A reminiscent pain struck Chris Wiewiora when and where he least expected it.