The Elimination Diet

The Elimination Diet

He was cannonballed out of oblivion six weeks early, slick and bloody, head ripe as a cherry, neck raw where his life cord had nearly choked him in the womb. His mother said he had “ancient eyes” and named him after a great-uncle who’d been gassed in Auschwitz....
These Things Take Time

These Things Take Time

There were five Schlegel sisters and they all grew up and moved away, two to Europe, one to Texas, another to California and the last one across town, to a condo on Roswell Road. Two of them had graduate degrees. One was a CPA, another a PhD. Three of them were...
Blood Kin

Blood Kin

The desk clerk at the Day’s Inn was reading a book propped on his wide stomach. “Yes, ma’am?” A starchy shirt collar cut into his neck, forcing the fat up and over. “How much for a room?” “Thirty.” My grandmother had pressed a $50 into my hand when I kissed her...
How a Perfect Husband Acts

How a Perfect Husband Acts

Prep Brent and Sheila have a perfect marriage and also a dinner party. Our wives make us go so we can see how a perfect husband acts. A perfect husband shaves daily, quits at two beers, does not adjust his privates at back-to-school night, not that any of us have done...
Somehow Whole

Somehow Whole

Two days after the storm passed, and I’d already found all I thought there was to find: A bottle of French’s Yellow Mustard; an electric bill; and Pauline, near the watering hose, the giant Cottonwood tree laying across          her chest like a sleepy baby. All I...
Little Dancer Aged Fourteen

Little Dancer Aged Fourteen

It was the third and final day of the NFDA convention in Chicago, and weary of the panels and PowerPoint slides, I slipped away for the afternoon to visit the Art Institute, where I stood in open awe before works by Manet, Monet, and Morisot . . . though in all...