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Mutations

“Ever heard of crank?” my best friend Jane said. We sat in her kitchen amid stacks of old National Geographics on my first visit to Rairdon. It was the early ei...

My Days in the Tepee

“Mine was fat,” she says, “I had a fat dad.” She sips the Margarita—extra salt on the rim—that I made her. I’m the substitute bartender. How we got on the subje...

Being The Good Guys

And then we decided to save the orangutans! We gathered a lot of intel about bad guys burning down the forest and how the orangutans were getting fried and h...

Undercover Cat

Since it hit the papers, I've been looking at Minnie-Chat in a different light, reevaluating her conduct over the past fourteen years. Here's the way it alwa...

Biology

Freshman year we tried to keep our heads down or at least out of the toilets. The athletes and the beautiful girls had it different, I guess, hoping to get noti...

Tulip Time

Katie The sound of the smashing was like thunder that comes out of complete silence and snaps every nerve in your body. Amelia didn't flinch, didn't cling to...

A Good Mother

It is in the third grade that I begin to consider the possibility that Georgie will be a better writer than I am. I’m picking him up from school when he turns t...

Do You Still Skate?

She stopped in at the bakery most mornings. Always the same: ice-skates around her neck, her face flush, her hair tied loosely back. She was too distant to say ...

Snapshots

I Being a Prof's wife had its perks. So did being married to an archaeologist. Agatha Christie’s supposed to have said that her archaeologist husband was more ...