July 2022
Fulcrum
She tells herself—resolutely—that the whisperings aren’t getting louder or more frequent. But if they aren’t, then why did the idea even occur to her?
“I know why,” she hears, softly, in between her ears somewhere…
May 2022
The Turn
The Turn happened on a Thursday, on October 7, a day when I was concerned about a finance exam, and where I was going to spend my winter break, and whether I could afford to do any of the internships that interested me. It happened to me…
July 2020
The Warriors
Stanley was a good nephrologist. He came to Grady Memorial right out of Yale School of Medicine; really he grew up in this department. He was a good friend, a good man. He was one of those—one of the many—healthcare providers…
December 2018
Sharp Cheddar with Dijon on Rye
He watched the door, and saw that it wanted to open. It started wanting to open approximately twelve minutes before it opened…
May 2017
Cathy
Three months after my sister Cathy turned sixteen and emo, the snow settled in and stayed, and the school shut down, and the roads shut down, and the jobs shut down, and all of the usual ways we found to avoid each other…