My golden retriever Sherman pees every time I approach him to trim his matted fur. It doesn’t matter if I’ve just brought him outside, or that it’s been three years and I’ve never cut him once. Though the trimming terrifies him, Sherman looks on as …
At the light at the west end of the St. John’s Bridge I turn right and coast down to the intersection with Highway 30, enjoying the last bit of easy riding. The 13 miles from my house to Newberry Road is almost paper-flat. The bridge …
Remember when we stayed inside for days while skipping signals prophesized dire warnings and arcane terms crackled across our radios, our Bluetooth speakers? Remember an unseasonable February, a mild March, a winter that had denied us snow. Weren’t we ready for a change? …
In kindergarten, I discover I am brown. Or rather, what it means to be brown.
Merriam-Webster’s dictionary defines the term “domesticity” as the quality or state of being domestic or domesticated. The definition doesn’t offer enough clarity if you don’t continue the thread by looking into words “domestic” or “domesticated.” Domestic: reduced from a state of native wilderness so as to be …
I am sitting by the kitchen table sorting beans. I am called to this task because it requires attention to detail and small fingers – both of which, at the age of ten, I possess. I never, however, understood how those tiny pebbles get inside …
I At once irreplaceable and hors concours in the book business, further, tact and consideration in the treatment of, the more vital, because, though often arrogant and unreasonable, importance allies with considerable helplessness, insecurity, and anxiety; The Novelist. Publishing history enshrines minuscule minority rather than mere producers …
1 I dive straight and deliberately into the pool and slice the still water into a thousand ripples. The sun streams through the glass gym walls. My body glides through the chilly lane toward the finish of a lap. The pungent smell of chlorine fills …
Our hamsters are too still in their cage, so I stick my finger through the grates to curl around the one I think is mine. Without confirmation of a bite, a droplet of my blood, I can’t be certain. I am sure he is too …
My first time visiting the beach in two-thousand and ten is a blizzard. I arrive late in the day. It is early May. The sun is already sinking into the ocean, but I still need to taste salt and bathe in its reflective face. I …
