First date—Lisa and I take her Miata to a tree-named street near the Maple Leaf Bar in New Orleans. Puddles are everywhere. Rain remains until evaporation rather than draining off because the city is below sea level. We park and walk in Dee’s door. A damn good,...
1 I had done my second girlfriend wrong. I was still doing her wrong as I sat in the bedroom waiting and wondering whether she would hear my page over the blare of airport announcements, the shouts of friends spotting friends and family greeting family. But why did it...
For Aisha It all started when Baba came home from Cairo. That was when you got those crazy ideas, they say. At night in the coolness of our stone house the soft roar of trucks on the highway to Rabat came and went like ocean waves, and we whispered to one another...
The old Ford pickup with a camper on back pulled over on the on-ramp to pick me up. I had slept the night in a field across the street from a casino on the end of the strip. “Where you headed?” “Anywhere east. Montreal, eventually.” The old man behind the wheel wore a...
I WAS FOURTEEN when my father first took me fishing. Part of a father-daughter, weekend-visitation thing that, to be quite honest, bothered me. See, my father was alien to me, with his barrel chest and his big game magazines spread across his coffee table. He was the...
