Woman of the Week
Proud to have a story out in Matchbook this week. It happens to be one of my favorites. “On Monday, under the weight of routine, she’s nothing but sloppy and dull-eyed, like the unhappy housewives you see pushing shopping carts in…
The Tea Seller
The other day, I ran into my tea seller on the street. I recognized his face immediately yet it took me a moment to place the man. How exactly did I know him? I had never before encountered the tea…
Fraying
Today, in Atticus Review‘s Filtered Light issue, a short essay of mine was published. From “Fraying“: Give me another life and I’ll say all the right things at the right moments. >> continue reading >>
The Last Gift
Sixteen years ago, my father died. Today, Tin House published my flash memoir in defense of euthanasia as a tribute in The Open Bar. Preview of “The Last Gift” January 20th, 2000, The Netherlands Believe it or not, nobody objected. Not one of us…
Locked In, Locked Out
Yesterday, in Vending Machine Press, my flash fiction “Locked In, Locked Out.” Preview: Minnie pushes her shopping cart down the aisles and thinks about getting a car. Not to drive it, for she has nowhere to go, but to sit in it on…
Happy New Year!
The years pass without hard edges. Only our dates draw them apart. Our life doesn’t really consist of years but of periods defined by a before and after. So why celebrate New Year’s Eve? It seems unnecessary, totally artificial, unless…