The first time I see the little girl, she is in a photograph. A closed room, a field medical tent on an American military outpost in a dusty farming village. C...
A plus of glamping with my ex-husband Harry is that his wife Melissa is always prepared. No cans of beans for us: Melissa has filled a cooler with kale salad a...
I watch the woman in the car beside ours—flat-ish profile, red hair combed straight back. She’s talking with her hands, silver beads dangle from her big-boned ...
Between May 31st and August 18th of 2019, a photograph hangs on the wall of The Morgan as part of an exhibit on crowds and groups and proximal strangers. Black...
At first light there is a world in my ribcage. I fasten it shut with a clink and throw away the key. I’ll use it another time, I say to myself.
I ponder vib...
Our neighbor stops over to say goodbye. His family has been renting the farmhouse next to our white summer cottage here in Maine.
Although we haven’t met, I...
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“Chinese people eat monkey brains. They cut their heads open and eat them while the monkeys are still alive.” The girl’s eyes are bright with spite. She ...
I read an article about the mind’s eye. It’s not something I’d ever thought much about, but apparently, if a researcher says, “Picture…” (“your breakfast table...
I was ten when we—my mother and I—visited Unical Teaching Hospital, the orthopedic section, to find a solution to the deformity I had developed in one of my fi...
There is a special kind of time that exists between moments of speculation and revelation. The time between ordering a meal and its arrival, the last half hour...
