Drought, Tuesday afternoon
I know I shouldn’t, but I’ve started watching the neighbors. From the kitchen window of our second-floor apartment I can see down...
Waffles
So I am driving my kids around, somewhere between after-school activity twenty-six and twenty-seven. Ian, Russell, and Sophie are in the back. Nathaniel managed...
Downriver
Upstate New York. A bucolic Rochester suburb. A river running past splintered churches and long-abandoned watermills, alongside Main Street and over the falls. Downstream...
Midsommar Dag
January in Minnesota is color stretched thin, pulled until you can see through it, even the delicate aquamarine too cold to hold clouds....
