Legs. Bare legs glinting in the torpid summer sun, pervading my senses and the sweet, egg-laden yeasty smell of plaited bread, challah, rising and heaving in my mother’s oven — those were my first impressions of women. The women drifted past my basement window, legs...
Over millions of years ago Breakheart Woods, between Saugus and Wakefield in Massachusetts, and a dozen miles from Boston, had been bookmarked by boulders and blow-offs and earthly cataclysm. To this day, somewhere in its innards from those first struggles of granite...
Mr. and Mrs. Miller were not the sort to keep rum in their kitchen cabinets. They would rather keep it out, usually on the glass-topped buffet cart that wheeled its way so elegantly from their hallway down the corridor, to the entertaining lounge (or equally as well...
In the spring, Shane found himself unemployed and living at the mercy of a girl whose face he couldn’t recall. Candace had a cheap walk-up in Columbia Heights, two rooms with a microwave and a toilet and neighbors whose culinary cultures insisted they cook cabbage or...
I always knew you thought I was crazy. I imagined the way you probably talked to your friends about me, telling everyone how I cut her pictures out of our photo albums when—how could I not?—she had nearly destroyed me, us, any possible future. And she was in so many...
My beautician May-Belle feels sorry for them. She says God’ll be in the middle of creating something new or performing some latter-day miracle, and something will come up that Saint Peter, Saint Michael, or even the Virgin Mary Herself can’t handle, and God will just...
