One dead sheep in the middle of the trail could be anything. But two? This smacked of human agency. Or the supernatural.
Creative nonfiction essays
I was beginning to get embarrassed, though I was the one who had invited them to watch.
You would like to believe that the panic attack you had in Soho had nothing to do with the bridesmaid’s dress you selected moments before.
deer season (which started this weekend) freaks the deer out so
much that they start doing crazy things like running around hunting
for cars to crash into when they SHOULD be sleeping.
I am running through the halls of Paumanok Elementary School. I'm not late. Tardiness hasn't occurred to me yet. "No running in the halls!" is a constantly necessary reprimand for children, while conversely it is quite difficult to get an adult to run. He or she must be under some grave duress like chasing a …
His idea of America lay in the world of myth. The kid was young, uneducated, sleeping on the streets.
Did you know she crossed Times Square in the air? Did you know she can hang from the sky by her teeth?
Sometimes she claims to have read one of my books. How can she imagine anyone believing this?
Why have I bought this cranberry muffin? It sits on a glass plate by the window seat of the Destination Baking Company—a small muffin, the top crunchy with sugar, the berries bleeding into the yellow bread. My action seems ordinary, and yet I am not hungry. The muffin hollows out around the cranberries like a …
At the time they wouldn’t have known or remembered the Ukrainian famine from Stalinist times that killed millions or Khruschev’s expensive failure at growing corn. Long live Communism!