No need for an appointment, crisis will erupt without you, another loud melancholy. Stop picking your skin, pulling hair. Your mother would say stop that you’ll leave…
Your mother tells me how her own mother always talked when she did jigsaw puzzles, pushing the pieces in and muttering “I’ll make you fit” under her breath.…
everyone i lived with is either dead or has since been reborn. on the cape sober houses flank summer homes. august women reek of moisture and diamonds. i know…
Having deep-cleaned the home of the reigning brand ambassador for a haute line of children’s books, I’d had enough of all those stories. Kids spinning back through history to…
from Nora right before I left for work at Apollo, our college town’s carpet cleaning service. Twelve-hour days in the Midwest drought summer of 1988, sucking up dirt from…