My two older brothers used to have a map of the United States hanging on a wall in their bedroom. I was jealous of it, the way little sisters can so easily be. The map was beautifu[...]
Part I of “I Want My Best Friend Back.” Part II of “I Want My Best Friend Back.” *** A month passed and things were starting to calm down. I packed up our K[...]
It’s just after five-thirty in the morning and the sun is creating strips of light on the mainland mountains. There’s ocean between here and there, and I am always a little thankfu[...]
The 101 Freeway. Bad traffic. On the radio, the quiet hum of NPR’s All Things Considered talking about kids eating laundry pods and getting sick, because kids are idiots. My best f[...]
It’s around midnight one sticky night in the August of 1997 in the suburbs of Chicago. I’m home for the summer after my freshman year of college, and in the car with my sister, Rac[...]
A few weeks ago, I awoke to a text from my older brother Kevin, telling me to call him. This meant that either a friend or family member had died or was in serious trouble, or that[...]
At least one member of our household has been sick with some manifestation of mutant viral crud since early Q4 of last year. We started out strong, fighting off a couple of nasty o[...]
My phone was ringing. It was my mom, calling for the second time, which was a little unusual. Then again, when she’d called the first time, I’d promised I’d get back to her in a fe[...]
Today was my little guy’s first day of “school.” If my womb had its way he’d stay home with me until he was at least 2 or 3…or 23. But in these ridiculously competitive times, when[...]
A silhouette of your daughter, Lexie, does a backbend over her name on the rear glass hatch of your Chevy Tahoe. It is a pink, vinyl sticker that I imagine you affixed after her fi[...]