Monthly Archives: June 2012
His 11-year-old daughter is living with him full time now. “I didn’t know,” he says. “I just didn’t know. She thinks her life should be a comic book. And I agree with her, it should, but, you know, it isn’t.”
No. It isn’t. Although sometimes … Read more
I gained 16 pounds when I was pregnant. And believe me, that was a triumph. I couldn’t keep weight on when I was carrying it. My mom bought my nursing bras, and they were four sizes larger than my regular bras. (Little known fact: I’ve … Read more
I like to give things up. It reminds me that nothing owns me. I don’t give a fuck about alcohol. Tea is a fair substitute for coffee. Candy seems pretty sad next to a bowl of raspberries. I prefer less stuff.
But what about my … Read more
I’ve been coming to the Elk since undergrad, since I was 21, and the creative writing students read at the end of the bar. Since some angry dude read his graphic piece about anal and a family complained and readings were forbidden.
He’s been a … Read more
You can see the school girl when she starts the story. You can see the girl she was when she talks about meeting him.
“I had this job at the university,” she says. “I had to fill all the condiments at dinner. The bottles at … Read more
Working in other people’s houses can be odd. I’ve worked in home offices with loaded firearms in easy reach. With bullets in the desk drawer. With a toddler repeatedly coming in to sit on my lap and color the invoices. With teens standing around in … Read more
She came into the office Monday, his wife, one of my favorite women. She came in Monday and, as is typical of her, asked about me. Hugged me in that all consuming way she has. They stopped his treatment several weeks ago. “He’s so strong,” … Read more
I don’t like my parents. For a long time, I could keep myself quiet. I let them call my girlfriends friends. I let them treat my relationships as illegitimate because they were struggling so hard. I let them be mean.
Evangelical Christians are stuck. … Read more
It would be a terrible thing for our memories to fail. To forget what it felt like when G had hiccups in utero. To forget how he patted my face when I nursed him. To forget the first time I kissed Mary. How small she … Read more