The House We Stole

The House We Stole

My family talked big game about summers on the Vineyard and the rest, but it was all too insistent, and you’d see right through. Dad said our wealth “disintegrated.” That was his word. My siblings did what rich people in crisis do: they ran aground, sank in placid,...
Across Comes Rivers

Across Comes Rivers

My ears heard the ‘copter so I opened my eyes. When my vision settled I watched it fly through my sight line in the air above the branches above me. I rubbed my eyes’ corners to get rid of the nap. My fingers slid down to degrease my greasy nose. I itched with my...
Men to Whom I No Longer Speak

Men to Whom I No Longer Speak

I saw The Philadelphia Story for the first time on a Saturday in midsummer. A friend had recommended it to me, had described his favorite scene from the film in terms I may have misinterpreted. So, one unbearably hot weekend, I loaded it onto my laptop and spent an...
The Rise and Fall of Many Things

The Rise and Fall of Many Things

Frank found Mason striding back and forth across the sidewalk, likely to keep warm. Great volumes of snow had been falling each day, and the temperature hovered moist and heavy on the brink of freezing. The wind had a way of blowing the bloated snowflakes around in...
Miranda

Miranda

When Miranda walks in late with her red hair dripping, Miles doesn’t turn. He stays at the window watching a damp delivery man carry cases of Bud Light to the 7-Eleven across the street. “Hi,” Miranda says. Miles doesn’t tell her that she’s late. He doesn’t move to...
Storage

Storage

Margo went to Florida with Ted soon after she met him. The beach, Ted promised, and they left the frozen northeast in a minivan owned by the Tupperware company. It was a job: they could earn something during their winter break by traveling from one place to another....