Part 1 The morning sun of the Southwest baked the tent and, in turn, my twelve-year-old body. We were at the base of Mount Taylor, an 11,301-foot volcano, and I had just set off my[...]

We’re playing Wiffle Ball in your backyard, the one where I once got my finger stuck in the garage door and cried until you showed up to open it. You’re the Mets, as always, and I’[...]

I sit on the train in front of my $80 worth of groceries.  Two paper bags filled with the food of a neurotic Californian: organic Mache lettuce, reduced carb tortillas that taste l[...]

My brother picks me up from the airport in the car that I should just sell but I haven’t yet.  A year has passed since I moved and it continues to live there even though I do not, [...]

My friend Jack had his learner’s permit and his father’s throwaway Buick Regal. I had no one to report to. My mother was in Brazil and my father was at his girlfriend’s place in Je[...]

One hand is shoved deep within my jumper pocket, the other twirls around about the outside of my mouth.  I want to suck my thumb, but instead chew on the cuff of my school uniform [...]

My seat is in between the aisle and a woman born the same year as my mother.  She looks older and I wonder if my mom looks as old as this woman looks.  She tells me she is en route[...]