Diana forgets the second half of her line as Emily Webb, distracted by the puffy sleeves of her costume, an otherwise unobjectionable 1930s “day dress” printed with tiny blue roses and belted at the waist. She swats at one bloated shoulder, wishing she could find the gravestone of the genius who came up with this…
Jamie was in trouble again. That’s what I first recalled of events leading up to the Breadshow. It was a Wednesday—one of Mrs. Riordan’s teaching days—so I had to go down to the elementary school on her behalf. While she was showing housewives how to beat eggs or pan fry a steak, I was dealing…
A mother works on you slowly. When she called me the first time from the ER, I bought it. She’d never been before, not that I could remember. Later, my mother reminded me of when I was in high school, and she’d broken her wrist. She had been climbing garden walls again that year. My…
When we lived above the laundromat, Eliana and me, we used to have a movie night almost every Tuesday night. This was before the days of streaming video, back when everything we watched was on VHS and DVD, back when everything felt simpler, purer. Back in those days, we used to rent our movies from…
Harry sat listening as the host of a podcast he’d recently found detailed the ways in which climate change was destroying the savannahs of Africa. He’d listened to another earlier that week about how fossil fuel emissions were killing birds in the Everglades. His car, an old Passat, grumbled softly beneath his seat, and he…
On her first day of sixth grade at Belle Grove Elementary School, Jenny Bergström had imagined herself to be the only girl who didn’t belong, but after a short and restorative cry in what her teacher called the ladies’ lavatory, she had resolved to carry herself as though the opposite were true. So when the…
We were immersed in the beauty of our place in far northeastern Washington—ponderosa pines, red firs, tamaracks, even spruce trees against the sky, and the Columbia River rolling by. For forty years, my wife, Joanna, and I have enjoyed our vacation home, the more so during the last five when we have lived in it…
I waved goodbye to the Potomac and soon thereafter said hello to the Mississippi. It was 1967, a hot and humid day in the Twin Cities—DC weather for sure. This was my Minnesota welcome, a little warmth to tease me. We left the Minneapolis airport and headed south. We were bound for Southwind. City streets…
When Rajini’s brother Ajay proposed to his girlfriend at a restaurant in New York, their mother grieved that Ajay and Caroline “had gotten engaged on their own, like two orphans.” On a rare visit to India as a teenager, Rajini had accompanied her extended family to her cousin’s engagement ceremony, their side bearing baskets of…
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