Cassie sat at the end of the bar, refreshing a radar map of the Florida Keys. Hurricane Leslie’s cloud of red-and-purple pixels spun in the corner. The wind was turning. August was a bad time of year to be in Key West. The streets were empty and the air was sticky where the sea breeze…
Max Goldman-Singer had left TradFi. That was the word on the street, at least among those of us still working there as junior traders in hedge funds and prop shops. We alluded to the frontier that Max had left for—the little we knew about it—in our Bloomberg DMs and while waiting for our coffee orders…
I had only been living with my parents for three months after being released from a mental health facility when my mom asked if I’d take care of my uncle, who had cancer. The doctors had told me that what I needed most was routine, to have my days mapped out, and that way there…
My father died while I was in graduate school. When the hospital called informing me of his fourth stroke, I took a train to Pennsylvania to see him. By the time I arrived he was dead. His nurse was polite, but I sensed her disapproval that I hadn’t come sooner, when the suffering was at…
excerpt from What Women Don’t Say, a novel When Stefania picked me up at the airport, I could tell that the weight of my visit was beyond her capacity. Out of duty to her father, she had traveled south to Catania as soon as the school year finished, because he wasn’t feeling like himself. Stefania had already…
Three boys talked idly as they meandered along the railway. The prized swim hole could be reached via the footbridge that ran parallel to the railway line and down an embankment to the water’s edge. That was the easy route. Another more challenging way to get there exercised the boys much more. It involved a…
Let me tell you first that I am not one of those weeping women from support group, the ones who offer you a tissue and rest their hand on your arm while telling you that they understand. On the first day I stood up and said, “You don’t understand me any more than I understand…
Kimberly sat outside at the coffee shop when Caleb Bless ran past, waving from across the street. Like everyone else, she had gorged on the headlines: Newly divorced Caleb Bless on Bourbon Street, intoxicated, giving lap dances to passersby; Caleb Bless brawling with patrons at a bar, at a hotel, at a park—brawling, even, outside…
The girl showed up in early March, the rainy season, a baby tucked under her arm like a picnic basket. Hanna, just finished mucking out the pig stalls, was checking the seedlings in the greenhouse. In the watery, indecisive light that passed for spring these days, the little shoots looked depressed and anorexic. Outside, the…
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