When I left Anhui for Shanghai, at the innocent age of seventeen, the recruiter told me that the theme of the hotel where I was going to work was “rustic farm life.”
Night’s endlessness taps at the mind, my jet lag a constant drip down the windows. Because I am here for a month, a girl returned to her mother, I let myself go soft
I was walking down a long, utterly deserted sandy bay beach called the Gut. It was just over some dunes from a well-traveled walking trail on Great Island, which is part of the Cape Cod National Seashore, at the very end of Chequessett Neck...
What about the man who cannot touch anyone without them morphing into the only woman he loved and lost? Not recklessly, but like a river diverted by a stone’s weight,
Holland spent Wednesday building a privacy fence for a tiresome academic couple in Barton Hills. Pressure-treated posts, horizontal cedar boards, stained and sealed, it was his third that week.
