On that cursed day when we ruined Wallace Cotts, the Ouija board inspector, we’d gathered near the sanding station to watch him press his ear to the glossy box ...
She won’t give me the fish storybook. I take it. Reading the first few pages angrily, aggressively, the door shatters its bell-chime sound and I see my mother t...
The refineries at night look like a sprawling space station repair base, flares aglow against a dark sky full of choked out stars, tanks full of liquids I can n...
He will not be talking about Barentsburg, tonight. He, William Edwards, Emeritus Professor, frequent guest lecturer on Arctic cruises, will talk about much to d...
The first time I saw the actual birth of a child was in sixth grade sex ed at Harman Elementary, next to Chesapeake Mobile Court, where I was living with my mot...
The bubbles surfaced before the bus arrived every morning. Marissa stood by the kettle pond, peering into the leaf-choked water. A pitch pine had snapped halfwa...
My children lie to me. Dominic & Finn, 8 and 5, try to sell me on all kinds of bullshit about their capabilities. Currently, they are peddling the farce tha...
A man died here two weeks ago. He ran into the coffee shop, looking for whatever passed as sanctuary. But his murderer didn’t care about the well-lit space, the...
When I close my eyes at night, the first thing I see is a great ball of wool, lit up like neon in my inner vision. It’s intricately rolled, an Ariadne-ish weave...
Wheeling Mama into the gym is when it catches me, all the anxiety. When Coach first made the suggestion, I couldn’t be anxious because her idea was sweet. My mo...
