I should start from the evening I played ayo under the mango tree with Onduka. The setting sun, with its orange glow, had a sense of serenity in it, like the…
J u Lin set the bowl of rice next to the blaze and the sickly feeling returned. It was a sensation she knew well, this clammy thrill coursing through her body…
I’m going to Morocco. I feel I must, even without my husband Ron. “Are you crazy?” he said when I told him I thought we both should go. “Two men,…
I used to love optical illusions–the rabbit/duck head, the flower vase/two faces, all those pictures where one thing could be another–but now they haunt me. This one especially: imagine a bottle…
T he dogs were pulling strips of connective tissue off raw beef bones, their bellies spread against the cool grass, when Kathy came across the gravel drive with news of his…
Out the window, in the dark, there is the child. “There,” I say. “You see?” “I see nothing,” says Mira. She’s always face-in-screen, barely looking. I’m standing, peering out the…
T hey didn’t say a doctor was coming for me, but one did, right before I turned seventeen. I was out riding Boaz; grazing, drifting through tallgrass, my feet brushing the…
It hadn’t rained, but the concrete was damp. It wasn’t frozen, but the air was dropping and the sky showed faint stars through the streetlights. Late, she rushed through the…
M y brother is playing street hockey with the boys. Krystal and I sit on the lawn, making pretend salads with grass and crabapples. We’re eleven, too old to be playing…
