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...
