Okay, I admit it. We’re old. No spring chickens in our roost. Even if we didn’t realize we had passed the “forever young” age, our kids have kept us informed. Right before COVID-19 hit, they sat us down to
Category: Fall 2022
You’ve got to face the music, Sweetie, my father would say, this refrain of my childhood chiming surer than Sunday’s church bells, than the neighbor’s pug barking at every car. He’d say it, and then say nothing else, as
Beside the sagebrush rolls a tumbleweed devilling dust across the desert. Leave specters to their romp—leave them to upend earth behind their iron gate. Listen carefully. Push your boulder up the mesa. Hear the grit of wind and brace.
Andy DeLamare tossed a blonde curl over her shoulder and preened at her reflection in the mirror. Grinning, she picked her hat up off the vanity and flipped it into the air before catching it on her head. She
My brother Michael is the middle child in our family. If you are a middle child or have one, you know what that means, and I’m so sorry. Mike doesn’t always make the greatest decisions. Sometimes he doesn’t even
In the one for self-awareness A man beheads a chicken Beneath a crescent moon. Shooting stars twist and turn. In the background, a figure Stands hunched over a well. Two men hang from Joshua trees On both sides of
Otto lived alone in one of the tenements that had sprung up shortly after the war, on the outskirts of the city. I would never have visited if he hadn’t phoned me in a panic one day. Would I
To my daughter After a week-long bacchanalia, we gather on a patch of graveled dirt. Exhausted from nights of sleeping on the floor, you realize this is the end of the road–the last gasp of high school. At your
The urgent phone call comes when you least expect it, and suddenly you are running out of your house—dishes in the sink, mail half-opened, shoes untied—to drive as fast as you can to the hospital, to sit with a
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