It would not be a stretch to say that Sabir Khalilov was the sole architect of his own downfall. Known as much for his brazen antics as for his paintings, Khalilov had finally and spectacularly lost the plot.… more
“When Sherman took Savannah,” she whispered to his ear. “He left it unburnt.” Her head rested below his left shoulder, away from the room of eyes. “That’s how I’d like to leave you.” … more
I should have wrapped my Play-Doh mitts around her taut, Zumba’ed waist. But instead I applied for the lifeguarding gig advertised on a white board at the Y’s front desk.… more