The Three Binders The rain had been falling since late afternoon when I came home from the airport. I want to start with the car because the car is where […]
The Easier Person to Hurt The morning we brought the crossover home, I sat in the driver’s seat for a while before I did anything else. I just sat there […]
Why the impossibly aggressive seventy two hour deadline, I asked myself, staring at the blank kitchen wall while the grandfather clock ticked out the seconds of my supposed ruin. In […]
The Red Dress Greg and I met when I was twenty-six, in the specific way that people meet when they are young enough to believe that love is mostly a […]
What the River Remembers The Branch River has been running through our valley since before any of us had names to give it. My ancestors arrived in 1793 and found […]
What Ethan Carried Eight months after we buried my son, I was sitting in a county courthouse watching a twelve-year-old boy decide whether to tell the truth. I want to […]
The House on Crestwood Lane Richard and I bought the house in 1981 when the neighborhood was still mostly red clay and young oak trees supported by wooden stakes, when […]
The Last Birthday The empty chair appeared in every photograph. I did not notice it the first time because I was not looking for it. When Ethan turned one, Daniel […]
The Education of Sheldon I was twenty-six years old when I bought my first house, and I made the mistake that most twenty-six-year-olds make when they buy their first house: […]
What Raymond Knew My father came to my house on a Tuesday afternoon with his hands clasped in front of him and his shoulders curved forward, and I recognized before […]