“Singletary was fired.” I report from the folded newspaper to my husband with his mouth full of Cheerios. He just nods. Probably already saw it on Sports Center. Or just expected it after eight seasons of our beloved 49ers not making it to the playoffs. “Those are for...
John and I thought the movies on a Friday night would be a good idea. Our mistake. It seemed every teenager in the tri-state area was swamping our local multiplex—a theatre that only held fourteen screens, so you know life is a little sad when you consider that a...
Picture a cave, warmed by a fire, the smoke curling up through a crevice in the rock, drawn out by the natural draft of a cold winter’s night, a stone teepee, safe and secure. That’s Angelo’s Steak House on a January night in Omaha, wind chill at zero. The cavernous...
“Let them see his gray eyes, the pinprick pupils staring into this nothing room where the lights stay on all night. It’s Leslie Whitney Gerber’s official bedtime, but, in the video, he keeps his eyes open and trained on the ceiling. He had planned to live forever, but...
When my father and I stop by Aunt Jeanette’s house, Christmas music, coming from the radio, echoes in the empty living room and a smell of human waste fills the air. We find her in her soiled bed, the telephone knocked from its cradle and lying on the floor. Aunt...
