I gave the eulogy at my mother’s funeral. I did not see Lightning Jim right away, though there were only about a dozen or so old folks in the pews […]
I met my husband in a dog food factory. I know that sounds like the beginning of a joke, but it’s true. We both had summer jobs at ProVets Pet […]
Waking up from dying was not at all what she had thought or feared it would be. There were no gates, pearly or fiery or otherwise. No floor of clouds. […]
Something has been on my mind, something I read somewhere not long ago – I don’t remember where, maybe Nova, or one of the airline in-flight magazines. The article was […]
When she was small, Christmas meant the smell of cinnamon-scented candles, a tree with lights that shone steadily and all white without even one twinkle, and wearing a scratchy dress […]
Daddy made me show him the place. You couldn’t tell nothing about what happened but for that stick. It had some of my blood on it but Daddy didn’t notice. […]
One day he found a girl in his lunch. She was wearing a blue dress, the skirt stuffed and tied into a round soft ball pierced with dozens of straight pins, as if she’d been shot by dozens of Indians small as herself.