That Spring when my parents bodies were still pristine and the sex so new that each time they were dazed, grinning like kids holding sparklers in the dark-- can she recall that giving in, knees first, the ground folding beneath her, how only then she began to know fear, that it tallies up beat for beat with love and the world can betray us...Learn More

Our house tilted forward, an errant tooth in the row, because my heavy mother, the neighbors joked, sat nose-pressed to the window, staring out at the street, the children with broomstick handles and halved tennis balls, and, perhaps, into the dim red-fringed windows of the lantern-strung Dragon's Den, the Chinoiserie, where couples leaned...Learn More