Certain lives are harder to tell. The mind spans a great distance: the worn shag carpet of his boyhood, where Jimmy would lay reading from the ragged set of plays; college nights playing chess, wrapped in the plaid robe he’d bought in town...
Sarah sits at the table by the open door, stacking coins, each squat pillar an allotment for their household. Rifle and wire, seed and sugar, tack and horseshoe, tobacco and flour, and—God forbid—the doctor. Sarah tells Thomas she’s...
Today I count the number of times I unlock my phone. I have opened my phone 473 times today. Is this a lot? Do other people count how many times they look at their phones? What does this mean? What does this say about me? Often, I unlock my...
They took their honeymoon a month before the shotgun wedding. A long weekend in the Poconos. His coworkers winked and goose-laughed and wished him luck when he told them he wouldn’t be there that Friday.
An ogreish middle-aged truck driver picks up Forrest and Little Tree on the side of the road. He is friendly enough at first, seems so despite looking kinda scary, especially around the mouth, a thing you don’t want to have to call a maw...
Thinking about him now, I realize Juho spent most of his time trying to tell me something. Our communication tended to fail us in important ways. It was mainly my fault. We were forever running into these little word-to-word problems.
The first thing I must tell you is that all three sisters are born on the same day in December. Every other winter, without fail, out they come, like a foot stamped three times in the dark.
