I sat in the li-roo-roo and rubbed my step-outs against the bumps of the rug until they got warm. It had been cold in the walls, the sound of much tallers waving their
He couldn’t get the fertilizer stink out of his nostrils. The sacks he delivered were made from liquid raw sewage brewed locally in Bakersfield. The odor seeped into his clothing
A drug dealer, M, helped us with the down payment of our house. He was one of my husband’s oldest friends. They’d grown up together in Redwood City. M’s dad
First-timers expect to see Arthur Murray standing in a striped bow-tie, but all they see is me in my 501s and a black turtleneck, and a lot shorter than Mr.
I’m climbing halfway up the side of a slippery glass mountain, which is one of many I must ascend before approaching a volcanic range that lingers on the horizon. Luckily
When I was married, I’d sat at my desk for four months waiting to be transferred to another department, and because none of my superiors exactly knew when that was