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.
Soon the first cars will arrive for Mass. I can picture them floating down the streets of our city, this suburb of Los Angeles populated by gladsome old people and families with small children and a murky middle swath to which my husband...