
Fiction / The Only One
IT’S NOT THAT I think my parents will get back together. I know they won’t.

Fiction / The Instruction
WE WERE IN the kind of love people only are when they just don’t know any better.

Essay / The First Week of After
WE WAKE UP early, you and I, and go to the hospital. Anxious, empty stomachs.

Essay / A Crooked Still Life
SEVEN YEARS AGO, during that week in every September when summer turns to autumn, my husband and I rented a car to drive the long distance from Oregon to Massachusetts.