In summer especially, Julie thinks of her grandfather. She imagines him wheeling his bike out of the garage, the tires freshly resuscitated, ready to...
On The Importance of Names
‘The fact is, we have doomed names,’ said Ophelia. She looked nothing like a pre-Raphaelite painting which was something she...
“I see your daughter around glittering things.”
That prediction, suggestive of prizes and the trappings of the good life, was hand-written on a sheet of...
Lauren
At a gas station in Twentynine Palms, I bought two silk scarves.
“Tie it over your head,” I said, studying Nadine’s reflection in the rearview...