Chisinau, 2017
There are moments of stillness and moments of motion. The evening of my arrival in Chisinau, I take a slow walk down the frozen...
His Grandma Blues
His grandma is angry. His grandma is angry because he’s hungry. She bluntly expresses her wish to cut him into two in a single...
The Joy of Agony
I am paid every month to be a 72-year-old woman. Though the payment is only on paper, so is her mode of expression. She...
The Secret Life of an Old Maine Shoe
The shoe didn't fit, but its worn condition told me that it had fit someone once, some woman to be more exact; but that...
City Birds
The turkeys are out in Cambridge. I passed one this morning on my way to church: a large male in full feather, his tail...
Of the Bridal Event at Filene’s Basement, Downtown Crossing, Ten Years...
I used to feel that I would just fly directly off the Down escalator one day, following a curving trajectory directly into Filene’s Bargain...
Tourniquet
The day after I passed my ninth grade finals, I began a summer job at a country inn. The tips weren’t great, but I...
Fox Humana
If asked, the fox might say that one of the problems in her world, and ours, is that humans have overtaken her species as...
Love in a Cup
“I’ll have a chai,” I say.
“You mean a chai tea latte?” my barista asks.
There is a long, uncomfortable pause that she doesn’t seem to...
Provincetown Sketches, Part 1
Before marriage, the gays had some nice things: bars without bachelorette parties, Pride marches without corporate logos, relationships without state recognition and straight expectation....
