January 11, 2022
Two Sisters, One Slow, One Fast
It’s impossible to say why I’m continually shocked that my sister didn’t live to see forty. I was with her on her nineteenth birthday, her midlife crisis.
January 11, 2022
Nothings
Begin with nothing, remote starting point, the area of darkest color . . . We who are nothing, along with everything we have known, which is nothing, have learned to […]
January 11, 2022
It Is Hard When Your Job Is Hard But Doesn’t Appear to Be So
For instance, when the lawn crew arrives and you are reading. You are aware of how this looks. You are aware that if they glance through the window, they will […]
January 11, 2022
Related Searches
When you search for a term in Google, the results page suggests other commonly used search terms. For example, if you type in my name, related searches include: Beth Ann […]
January 11, 2022
The Irish Goodbye
How, without farewells, you slipped out the back door of the party of your life, O my sister.
January 11, 2022
Only the Basement
My sister believed that, as a girl, she’d been punished by being locked in the basement, in the dark. We spoke of this only once. We were young adults, sharing […]
January 11, 2022
My Sister Used to Give Me Blank Journals for My Birthday,
Christmas, whatever. In those years she was single, living in Wrigleyville, or she had one or another of her fun boyfriends. On summer weekends she’d go to street fests or […]
November 8, 2021
Archaeology
Apparently, since I have not had babies, the opening to my uterus is a completely closed affair. It is the only opening in New York City without highly stylized invitations. […]
July 1, 2021
Magic City
Montana was born 117 years before we met. In geologic time: a blink. The wave of a hand. The same wink the first time I saw you. You pretended to […]
May 3, 2021
The Master and Emily
1 The daguerrotype we have is not of her. People always experience recordings of their voices as somehow not their own. But it wasn’t just the sixteen-year-old Emily who didn’t […]
May 3, 2021
Gilead
As I crossed over the freeway to the south side of Columbus, I passed boys chasing each other on electric scooters and chappals meeting their needle-fine ends against the skyline. […]
May 3, 2021
Never Punk
Approximately three months of my high school freshman year were spent dating a junior who had a car, listened to Led Zeppelin, and encouraged me to cut class for morning […]