Dear Tuesday
Dear Tuesday, The head of the brontosaurus snaps cleanly off; the brontosaurus becomes blind to everything but the whims of a child small enough to snap the toy in two … Continue reading
Anniversary
I was in love with an addict. Or, maybe, I was in love with the possibility of being in love with a man, of being able to tell my wife … Continue reading
Dog-eared four: Before You Die, You Must Read These
The last time I loaned my friend, Alison, a book (well, two), was in 2001. She needed something to read on a flight home, so I loaned (read: gave) her … Continue reading
Dog-eared three: On Love
An equilibrium must be obtained between too much and too little concerning love, perhaps the mercurialist (I’ve made that word up; I often make up words) of emotions. Tell someone … Continue reading
Extraction
Two years ago, maybe more than two years ago, Holly took Avery to the dentist for the first time, and the dentist said that Avery had a cavity. The cavity … Continue reading
Dog-Eared Two
I have two children. My son, Avery, will be four in September; my daughter, Aurora, will be one in December. Two years before my son was born, his maternal grandparents … Continue reading
Alarm
I woke up this morning before my alarm. I set three alarms, just in case. I have to be at Holly’s to get the kids so that she can go … Continue reading
Whispers
One room in my apartment has central air — a sunroom (naturally), where Avery likes to watch Dora the Explorer and I can run on a treadmill if I don’t … Continue reading
Dog-Eared Column the First
I make my debut this week as a columnist for Specter Literary Magazine. Expect all things bookish, from what I’m reading, to what I’m trying to convince my son to … Continue reading
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