The tears started welling up as I watched another man drive off with my dog, Bewley. Bud, an elderly man, had come
The tears started welling up as I watched another man drive off with my dog, Bewley. Bud, an elderly man, had come
When I was a junior in high school, I got a job at a flower shop. I worked there for almost five
Music to read by: “A Flower is a Lovesome Thing,” Shelly Berg Trio When John Thompson Morris of Philadelphia turned forty-four, he took early
On my last day of radiation, I sat eagerly awaiting my release from six months of treatment. In anticipation, my eyes scanned
Hearing Big Audio Dynamite or Tori Amos, I’m transported to the passenger seat in my brother Manny’s golden pickup truck when he
It was mid-summer, 1972, when I was 12 years old, that my parents sold our small row home on Clarion Street in
In 2004 I stopped reading books. I had just stopped smoking. I’d stopped smoking because I’d nearly completed writing a novella when
My mother holds me down, her hands locked around my wrists as I am screaming, writhing in pain. It is midnight, or
It started innocently enough. A hike in the Oakland woods after a heavy rain. The ground still wet, the dense foliage sated
While talking to the colonel about how to administratively process Nicole’s death, I volunteered to walk through the house where she was
