Cicero’s Hands

My sweetheart and I argue about checkmarks. A lot. More than any couple’s therapist might think normal. She says my checkmarks are […]

End of Summer

I was 21 and I wore bell bottoms and peasant dresses. I listened to Cat Stevens and James Taylor. I […]

The Good Creek

There is a creek running under the bridge at the end of our street. It owes its existence to runoff […]

September, California

In the late afternoon, everything is hot in my parents’ backyard. My aluminum chair; the stucco house behind me. The […]


I had an extraordinary hangover and wanted a shower, but the water in the dorm came out brown and rusty. […]

The Last Car

I was alone on the elevated train when the gang of teenage boys burst in. It was a late Monday […]