For GuayamaLuis Negrón
Sammy: First of all excuse my handwriting since I didn’t bring my glasses. It’s just that, nene, I’m going nuts with Guayama being sick...
Child? Dog? Stay? Run?Leigh Newman
The house, with its gabled roof and bay windows, Paul had to admit, was a tad ambitious. Thirteen years of testing and retesting their daughter...
Whenever I travel I try to avoid getting into conversations with strangers I happen to be sitting with. There is nothing worse than being trapped...
On "A Love Match" by Sylvia Townsend WarnerEdith Pearlman
“A Love Match” by Sylvia Townsend Warner is the story of brother-sister incest. No, I haven’t spoiled it—the fact of the incest and the...
The ImperfectTracy O'Neill
I meant to buy a gift on discount, but the coupon expired before I wasn’t hungover anymore. My girl Jolene read somewhere that a man’s relationship...
She’s Dying, He SaidMarge Piercy
I was what was then called a tomboy until halfway through my seventh year. I had always played with neighboring boys. I had little interest in...
On "Sex Education" by Dorothy Canfield FisherDon Chaon
I have long been interested in writers who have fallen into neglect. Dorothy Canfield Fisher is, unfortunately, among those whose work is seldom...
Dougie sells loose joints. $10 a piece. No bags. This way he can hide most of his stash behind a brick in Furman’s Alley
Red RoosterVictoria Redel
Any idiot could have told him it wouldn’t work. Pretty much every idiot did. Starting with his own idiot ex-wife, Carine
The Way It BeganVictoria Redel
They went, not in the day, but then in the dark with no shoes on their feet, the road pokey with broke-up shell.And the boy to the girl, Let’s be quick