I apologized to my sister, to my father, to my old landlord and to my ex-husband. Those I couldn’t find to apologize to I wrote on a list, and put the list on my mirror, and realized this writing was as much a thank you as it was an apology. Because what happened, after each, …
On leaving that intersection, I overhear a woman in a red parka hissing toward a man in a leather jacket over her shoulder. Take it, she was saying. I don’t know whether she meant I’m giving it to you, this is a gift, take it and run or contrariwise I can’t take it anymore. The …
There is, really, only one intersection in the town I come from. There is a bar and off sale liquor store, a failing grocery store, a gas station, and an auto shop on each corner, respectively. The auto shop is as much scrap yard as it is retailer of cars or fixer of body damage. …
I sometimes think we are wind up dolls more than anything. We are given what we are given in terms of inheritance, facts of life, birthplace and name and family. Perhaps, as they say, we are given genes prone to alcoholism, or sugar, or metabolisms and intelligence. Then, all frail and vulnerable, we are given …
