The house was a wooden foursquare, now clad with beige vinyl, in a working class neighborhood.
When one is not sure of something, one goes to a witch. Witches are full of wisdom
Should she, or should she not?
Hi there. Are you tired of death? Dying? Irrecoverable loss? Insurmountable grief?
Shea had spent her whole life listening to signs to dictate all of her choices
On behalf of the Paradise View Condominium Association we wish to extend you a warm welcome
John had always had his appetites
Everything in the desert lay half buried or half exhumed: red, white, and blue plastic gimcracks and scraps of the most common pyrotechnics
My father took us. Sunday morning bike rides in Central Park, when the roads were closed to traffic
At night in bed, data pours in and out through the machine in her chest, above her heart
