Chimera

My son is a year-old as I write this, and he’s slept through the night twice. Both times...

North

Soon after re-entering their natal streams, the salmon’s kidneys fail. Having come to maturity in the ocean, they...

Words Apart

There was an undeniable charm to the unlikely nature of our bond, a lighthearted Frenchman and an aging...

I Want My Mom

I want my mom. I do. I may be thirty-five years old—too old for wanting mothers—but I’m also...

Funeral Playlist

Despite our shared grief, the conversation was stunted at first—we were still adults—known enemies to teenagers all over.

Spoons

When she was dying, it was easy to see her spoons dripping off her remote controlled hospital bed.

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