Foxx Finds a Tree

Foxx Finds a Tree

From his kitchen window, Nathaniel Foxx counted six bulldozers in the neighboring cornfield. Or what was left of the cornfield. It began with a For Sale sign that Foxx drove by for months, but ultimately ignored. No one was going to buy eighty acres out here, he’d...
Exile

Exile

Practice is over. You’ve planted your butt firmly upon the wooden bench of the warming hut, where your stiff fingers unlace hockey skates covered in fresh ice shavings. Around you, other boys revel in the glory and agony of tonight’s scrimmage, still breathing hard....
Going to Join Dickens

Going to Join Dickens

The old woman shoved her fist deep into her mouth to stifle the harsh dry cough. If they heard she was out of her bedroom, they would come downstairs and put her back to bed, scolding her all the while for having disturbed their sleep one more time. She pressed...
Open Book

Open Book

Alistair and I do our homework at the island in the kitchen while, at the stove, Mom stirs pasta fazool. The smell of onions and garlic makes my stomach growl and almost tricks me into thinking things can be the same as they were before Mom lost her job three months...