Category Archives: Fiction

Lilah liked being an only child, until she was three. She would have continued liking it, but her brother Jamie’s birth changed everything. “A woman gets two great loves in her life,” her mother told her a decade later. “Her … Continue reading →

I didn’t expect to be living alone my senior year but so it goes. Ronnie and I already faced our domestic incompatibility, and Chaz and I still aren’t ready to share a home. Or Chaz isn’t ready. His reluctance about … Continue reading →

Ronnie and I faced the divergence after our sophomore year. We live separately. After Ian flipped out and left the Pelham program, Ronnie was single for awhile. Now she seems to have settled into something with Prof. Pelham’s colleague. Horace … Continue reading →

By the end of our first year, Ronnie and I are ready to move on from the dorm. We are still best friends but our paths have diverged. She is so into the Pelham program (Dryden’s Aeneid) that she wants … Continue reading →

We each run smack into a Pelham on our first day of college. That family forms something of a unified theme for Ronnie and me. In Ronnie’s case the meeting is intentional. She’s taken by what she reads of the … Continue reading →

Your thoughts almost lulled you to inattention, but you were walking your dog then, and you’re programmed to look around when she squats. Where you live, failure to scoop the poop is as anti-social as vandalism; you’re sensitive to the … Continue reading →

You were advised to look it up and you did so in the dining room. In a real book called a dictionary. A literal weighty tome. It had a picture you could examine while you recited the names: rumen, reticulum, … Continue reading →

Linda thought she had extensive language skills, but she felt humbled when she started conversing with John. The man had a doctorate in English literature, a career in law, a background rich in Latin and rooted in Catholicism. He knew … Continue reading →

I had my hair cut. Ten years of old growth, swept away. I loved my dreads, but they were heavy in the heat. And I got the cue last week. I don’t want to bow to appearance, but I got … Continue reading →