Stories
The One Souvenir You'll Actually Keep
The price tag said twelve euros. She turned the rooster over and the paint on his tail was already lifting at one corner, a thin crescent of glaze curling away ...
Stories
What I Had to Lose Before a Smaller Place Finally Felt Right
Four steps to the bathroom for nineteen years, and the new wall arrived at two. A palm flat against plaster in the dark, in an apartment that had not learned me yet.
Stories
The Afternoon We Saved by Packing a Picnic Instead of Booking a Restaurant
The list was in purple marker, her sister's handwriting that always looked like it was sliding downhill. Grilled corn. Dill pickles, the good kind in the glass ...
