Staying on the Beaten Path
The police bushwhacked their way to us after triangulating my dad’s cell signal (it was 2008).
Maws
A small girl sits at the water’s edge, staring broodily into a sparkling blue sea. Around her is the bustle of a July beach day.
When Adults Were Scary
I wasn’t afraid of them in the way I was scared of the child catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang or the Nazis at the end of Sound of Music.
Mascots and Their Ilk
Sure, it may start with just a high five, but then next thing you know they’re trying to communicate some sort of nonverbal joke…
Utensils of Evil
The sporks emerged a dark red with glowing eyes, described as unnatural utensils of evil, half-spoon and half-fork.
A Questionable Book Choice
I don’t think the American public would be cool with a zombie prison barge floating off the coast of Louisiana.
The Ones That Got Away
“Liar,” she said, correctly.
Fish Stories and Little Feelings
This was no driftwood; this was my new white whale.
Cosmopolitan Dreaming
I told myself I’d try to “make a go of it” in the city for a year and then see what happened.
Happy Birthday Mom
My mother’s birthday is a few days after mine on the 30th, so we’ve always been birthday buddies—though she’s usually pretty happy to let me take the spotlight for myself.
