The summer my mother fell through the sky, she appeared deceptively earthbound. She had always floated just slightly above the surface of things, so that sometimes I wanted to wrap my arms around her waist and hold on, to be...
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Leslie sits cross-legged on a rickety wooden dock at daybreak, snorkel and mask on her lap, waiting for her research team to arrive. After navigating the morning market -- crowded with vendor carts and rainbow pyramids of hairy eggplants, dragon-striped...
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Kevin had been looking for the bottle opener when he noticed the jug, tucked behind the flour and sugar canisters, masquerading as just another staple. He turned the huge bottle slowly, looking for clues, but its brown glass sides, its...
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A year before my father died, he and I drove my mother's aging Pontiac to the funeral of an uncle in Wisconsin. My father smoked the first cigarette of the trip in Laramie, outside a gas station/fly store he patronized...
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In that long still moment after the crash, I knew that Halley was already dead and that Ella wasn't, and I was filled with rage that Halley would leave us. Ella was unconscious but breathing. It would turn out that...
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You get used to watching them hurt your daughter. You don't consider yourself macho. You took poetry classes in college and got to hear all about your female friends' breakups; they shared because you were "safe" and "sweet" and "nice."...
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