The wind howled through the San Gabriel Mountains and pushed right up into every crack and crevice of the chilly old mapmaker’s house.
The boy sits on his parents’ bed. His mother sits on the floor. Outside, a few soapsud clouds drift against the blue.
Arrive early on a grey-stained morning at the café she has chosen. Press your face against the locked glass door.
The women in the Hearthstone Mall bathroom are not unlike horses at the gate, competing in a race they don’t understand, didn’t sign up for, won’t admit exists.
In the thin shade of the ragged stand of poplars, Foster raised a fist of bloody gauze into the air.
People say your life flashes before your eyes right before you die, but it also happens when you find out you’re pregnant.
When your mother refuses to talk to you after your marriage, you will turn to your husband and say, “She’ll come around to us in time.”
Sickle cell is not just a black disease. Though this fact has been public for decades, people still startle when they find out that I have it.
Carlton is huge. Even for a Great Pyrenees, known for their size and snowy fur like a fresh avalanche, he is colossal.