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  • When You’re Bonnie and He’s Clyde

    One. Tell your boyfriend that you’re Bonnie and he’s Clyde. Show him the famous photograph, Bonnie leaning against the car, cigar drooping from her lip, gun in hand. Tap the photo and tell him that could be you someday. Don’t tell him how Bonnie and Clyde died: her typewriter and his saxophone in the car,…

  • Hurricane Warning Remains in Effect

    New England’s ghosts return bound in swirls of humidity, pushed by hurricane winds. Sea captains who went to the briny deep instead of to their corseted lovers, colonial toddlers who plunged through open windows. The Pequots, Mohegans, and Narragansetts who fell to smallpox and genocide as their descendants fought and survived. Ghosts of indentured servants…

  • Harvesting Bunnies

    He was that type of boy: the kind who skinned live squirrels and bunnies and other small creatures in his backyard when he was a child. His parents (Bless their souls! said the neighbors) sent him to intensive therapy at a ranch for troubled kids in Utah and now he was perfectly normal and sane…

  • A Brief History of Men I (and other women in my life) Dated

    When I was ten my aunt dated a wealthy man for a while. The first time I met him they took me out to a dark restaurant with linen tablecloths and three forks to the left of every plate. My aunt was babysitting that night and told my parents that she’d take me to the…

  • The Fertility of Ash

    The cicadas chorused as Laney pushed off on her bike, past the neighborhood pavement onto the old fire road. Glass vials rattled in her backpack while she kept wheels balanced in thick sand, following the empty trek from Miller’s pond. It was too hot to fish, so it had been just her and the mosquitoes.…

  • All God’s Children

    Three days after the funeral the only things left were her ukulele, her monkey, and me.  I understood why no one wanted me or the monkey, but I’d expected the ukulele to go quickly. Kristin’s friends and family had cleaned out her belongings with shopping bags and suitcases, broad-shouldered boyfriends and puffy spouses along for…

  • Water Baby

    Water sloshes between my toes as we run through the rain to the overflowing street, where I clear the sewer drain with my naked foot, three-week-old Margot in her carrier under my slicker, slippery like skin. By the time we return to the house, the sump pump is beeping. Water runs along the basement floor…

  • Because/Why

    Because I was twenty-four, an entitled American full of wants. I wanted, and not necessarily in this order: Because, because. Chris, mentor, knowledgeable expat. Sabrina. Moroccan. An artist. Beautiful, smart, ambitious. She was everything I felt I wasn’t. I loved that in her, that otherness.  But did I love her? And she, me? Answers came…

  • The Magic Kingdom

    “I still think we can make this work,” I say, as we approach Walt and Mickey on their floral cement pedestal in the middle of the theme park. She won’t even look at me.  Bronze Walt reaches his arm out to bestow happiness upon us. I almost trip on the cobblestones along Main Street USA.…

  • High School Friendships and Other Dangers

    My daughter’s finally made a friend. Tara, in her new school. She doesn’t know her well. Doesn’t know anyone well. Tara is an only child. Her father is an orthopedist. The mother works part-time in his office. And when she’s not working, I’m not sure what she does. Perhaps sits home and drinks. I hope…

  • Apricots

    Jimmy tunes my drums and talks to me about apricots. He’s been eating a lot of them lately. He tells me they’ve been great for his eyes and have improved his digestion, which has been knotty since he stopped doing drugs. He tells me they’ve cleared up his skin, and I can’t help it —…

  • The Comeback

    It wasn’t long before a hole appeared outside of our research station on the ice, and animal ancients began climbing out, beseeching newness.  We watched from the windows, inches thick to prevent the cold, as a 1,000-pound ground sloth emerged, slow as the days are long. It used claws as handholds and footholds to hurl…