Oh, it seems that with your death, “our” way has been lost, with you not here to walk it with me , but really it’s…

That night Agatha had a dream. Typically, sleep for Agatha was a fall into the fog, shadowy figures, mumbled sentences, confusion. This night was different:…

Bob Clark stepped out of the clothing store on Rose Street in Edinburgh. He was wearing a flowered shirt with very large wide collars. He…

I was already a grown up woman when somebody explained to me why certain wealthy Wasp-y families are generally good looking. (By the way, I…

Most of the offers for the ’72-’73 Guthrie season had already been made, but I’d not received mine yet, I was confident, however, that I’d…

Agatha snuggled up to Mutti. They were alone, in the kitchen of the White House. Frau Kuchin had a holiday. “The Boys” had gone adventuring…

My husband is a snake. Most people think that’s metaphoric, to which I say: "ha ha". He is a snake, he’s a fully grown corn…

One time, 1982 I believe, spurred on by my love of money and the vegetable itself, i accepted an audition for a McDonald’s commercial TO…

I do something for myself every single morning of my life. I take a poem outside and read it aloud, as soon as I can.…

This morning, At around 5:30 AM, Between sipping my first cup of warmed-over coffee, And worrying about about having every disease known to man ,…

The empty streets sighed in relief. Silently, the snow fell. Fluffs of cotton huddled on the front porch. Agatha closed the shutters against the wind…

Individual memory is a fickle thing. It’s not at all the photographic document we try to use it as. That is why eye witnesses to…