We didn’t know if his playground rules were to count to 10, 20, or 100. We were afraid to get it wrong.… more
We didn’t know if his playground rules were to count to 10, 20, or 100. We were afraid to get it wrong.… more
Clifford wakes and smells it, sickly sweet and wettish, and wonders how come he can’t go to the bathroom and can’t go to the bathroom and then he’s shit his britches. He shifts between the sheets, feels around and takes a peek, discovers he’s okay. But the house reeks. He rolls to the edge of… more
“Wife-beating has a unique and unforgettable sound, especially when it wakes you up in the middle of the night…”… more
I needed to love so I chose the girl in the backyard who looked like my sister.… more
The author of “Half a Man to Bury” discusses memories and death and being remembered in death… more