The Archivist

My shift was almost over when the old man walked into the salon. I remember the exact time because I’d just looked at the clock. 6:52 p.m. Eight minutes until […]

The Family Photo The school called at 2:40 on a Tuesday afternoon. I was standing in line at the pharmacy, holding a bottle of children’s cough syrup and a bag […]

The night my daughter left, it was raining. I remember that because the sound of it on the roof was the only sound in the house for a long time […]