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Put away your story. Carefully. Snugly. Don’t tell your family; don’t tell the world. Someday, tell a therapist. Someday, tell your writer’s group. But not ...
I had been watching the same YouTube video on my phone for about an hour when Celeste came and stood facing me. The clip is from The Empire Strikes Back: Luke i...
We were walking along South Street after group therapy when Keith popped out his glass eye. I knew he had a glass eye, and that he could pop it out, but even if...
They were so lucky to have drawn a ticket. So beyond lucky. For Lorraine it had been fifteen years and none of the younger children were even aware of what thin...
The last time I set foot in the Dead Dog Saloon was the night the grinning Mongolian brought a fruit basket to the poker table. We eyed him warily. Some said he...
She didn’t look much like Nancy. Her hair was brown, not blonde. And her nose was different, strong and straight. Nancy’s nose was the ski-jump type; the kind g...
Losing something you’ve never had is particularly difficult. Infertility is funny like that. One diagnosis, spoken out loud, robs you of the illusory self you’v...
There is this washcloth, white and with a textured wave pattern, that we accidentally stole from the La Quinta in Portland one spring. Z was teething and had ti...
Sajo was the first student I befriended when I studied at the University of Dar es Salaam. I took a liking to him as soon as he told me he was a musician, poet ...
Hot. Hot as hell out. 90 plus. Usually I like it, my muscles thrive on it, but here it’s kind of dangerous (more on that later). West Virginia, that’s where her...
