The Jeff and Jenny Trilogy
I remember being told to go inside, to stay inside, and feeling a firm social pressure to pretend I couldn't hear the little pop from the .22 that meant another cat, half bald from mange, was dead.
Nonfiction
Hallowed
The only thing he ever really did wrong was not be in love with me, and as fucked up as I was, I could never truly fault him for it.
Anticipatory Grief
But the...vision flickers forward six months and you bury your father with a round, protruding belly.
Does Your Birth Order Effect Your Personality?
For those who question my credentials, I am, in fact, one of those maddening middle children.
Review: Burden of Joy (by Lexi Kent-Monning)
Kent-Monning has the rare gift of transmitting raw, bodily experience to her reader.
The Cobra
The things he said were, perhaps, a bit too complex for us at 14. But I can vividly remember the moment I finally understood precisely what he meant.
Fixing What is Broken and Breaking What is Fixed
Everything changes.