Colleagues and Friends
It’s the first time in three months I’ve heard so much English, and between the bull and the barbeque, I can almost mistake it for home.
Nonfiction
Unidentified Snack-Mix, Orange and Salty (Last Seen Possibly Becoming The Christ)
There was comfort in all these things, like I was placing my isolated act of snacking in my recliner, alone in a small room, into a framework of collective experience.
The Widowmaker Tried to Kill Me, But Failed Miserably
I didn’t know I’d had a heart attack until the morning after, once the stent was in and I’d had a good night’s sleep flat on my back with a weighted pillow on my upper thigh where the surgeon cut into my femoral artery.