Illustration by Andres Garzon In 2010, I moved into a place that nobody in their right mind […]
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On Wednesday, I watched her steal a daylily from my garden.
On the cusp of teenagehood, I was increasingly preoccupied with a search for the elusive Cool, and suspected that this exciting, slightly nauseating sensation in the pit of my stomach was it.
When she puts them in, I become an advisor, an educator.
Baseball was his first love.
The hypnotist’s voice is a glacial lake: smooth, distant, cold, and piercing.
When does a thought become a curse?
Begin to deliver a verdict a long time coming: “Guilty. Guilty.”