Fiction

On the first day of her stigmata, Xiao Chun’s palms bled so much that the school sent her home early. Xiao Xue sighed at this turn of events and gathered her things to follow her sister. Xiao Chun was already prettier, smarter, and more...

“I have to do the wee,” announced the child.

“You have to make a wee,” her mother said. “And I asked you before we got in the car, remember? It’s too late for that now. You can go at the gym.”

“I have to do the wee,” the child repeated.

My mother has a beard.

My sister deals drugs.

My brother performs exorcisms.

There was a period of my life when I saw wombs all around me, and so of course the chandeliers were uteruses.

Margo’s daughter came home from school that Friday with a new friend. From the window in the kitchen, where she was trying and failing to make decent croissants for the third time this week, Margo watched the bus deposit her eight-year-old...

Reney’s bones can feel a fight long before the rest of her wakes to the rising voices and clattering bottles. She is eight, almost nine. Granny and Lula live in a new rent house across the tracks and down a long hill, not so very far. Over...

My mistake was in forgetting: Every time I go to Johnson’s, I swear it will be the last time.

The hotel where she had hoped to spend a very happy week was in a small village in Tuscany at the end of two trains and a bus, facing a wheat field.

My parents live in Los Angeles, in a shambling three-story in the Hollywood Hills. 

Late one night, Sun and Moon decided to chase a shooting Star. They’d never seen Star up close, and tonight seemed like a good night for it.