Waiting for the Fall by Rose Ann Findlen
“Who were you?” a stranger in the checkout line of Trader Joe’s asks Mae, in the opening story of Rose Ann Findlen’s collection, Waiting for the Fall. The... Read more.
Her Things Become Her
She had been here, and now she is gone,leaving her mark like an imprint in snow.Her things are still here, but she has moved on. I’ve kept her books, from Proust... Read more.
Deference
Lydia Fauerbach ladled chicken noodle soup into two bowls, her everyday ones with the roses faded from years of hard washing. She had made the noodles this morning,... Read more.