What I remember, When I remember, Becomes intensely urgent. It might be a love or a song Or the scent ...
I was ten when Lucy and her family moved in next door. It was winter and although I had seen ...
Rikki’s alive. He must be. The morning after I gave up and took down the signs, Petwatch, the microchip company, ...
There’s a crunching sound in the kitchen and that means Rikki is eating his breakfast. I’m delighted. My entire being ...
As I climb into bed, I notice the bedclothes have a slight odor of oranges—the fruity smell of ketoacidosis, the ...
What if I stood at the crest of a hill, A soft hill that descended like a slide, And what ...
This is the first chapter of a memoir covering my mother’s death and two years I spent in Burma. The ...
Mattie arrives unannounced wearing dark glasses, her hair in a motley tangle. Shivering, her arms curled inward, she digs in ...