The first time the girls conjured the devil, The Hillside Boys had just announced their fall ‘97 tour dates and Fresno was not on the list, half a dozen held-b...
A train pulling through the gray winter on the morning after Christmas. Sky still dark, snow melting in the drizzle of rain, windows fogged so the scenery tick...
Of course there is a right way to grieve. That is to carry your solemn soul tucked deep inside, to smile when smiling is called for, to keep the tears unspille...
Alice’s feet were the first part of her to disappear. It happened gradually; not toe by toe by toe but a slow fadeout that no one else seemed to notice. An inn...
We weren’t the wild-grown, wayward girls we often daydreamed we were. We babysat for our neighbors and complimented our mothers’ baked salmon; we drove our dad...
My wife is threatening to make the jump on her 1982 Kawasaki.
“You take it back,” she says.
“Nope.”
She revs the engine, sending our two little Pomera...
On the walk home from the bus, she practices what she will say about her day. There was a pep rally this afternoon. Principal Wheezely Weasley gave a speech I ...
The curtains in my room never keep anything out—not the sun's audacity to be shining this bright this early, and not the sounds of the neighbors fighting—again...
On our way home from the food truck, I tug Dylan’s elbow and he nearly drops his burrito—pinching it, lightning-quick, between gloved fingers.
“Catastrophe ave...
