Fiction

On Writing

As she walked home from dropping the kids off at school, she imagined checking her email to find something. What would it say? Accepted? Good news? Your submiss...

The Cure!

His eyes locked on the wings of two flies on top of each other outside the class window. Their shaky dance is more intriguing than the text being read. A visibl...

Maxxinistas

“Be back in a sec,” Cathy says. She carries a black, knee-length sheath dress, priced at $14.99, into the dressing room. There is no attendant, but at TJ Maxx, ...

Lobster, Lobster

Since I last saw him, Cellar revived a collapsed IHOP customer using CPR, pulled a crispy Chihuahua from a raging apartment complex inferno, discovered the stin...

$$$

I sold everything I felt like I wouldn't want to pass along to my kids, whenever, if-ever, I had them. Which meant I sold everything, basically. My kids would d...

Small World

“Mac was top five dog, don’t give me that shit.” Jay Mr.Fantastic’s his arm to the back seat, passing the blunt. It’s a swisher sweet cause he’s too lazy to lea...

On the Downbeat

  There’s a syncopated, synthesizer, drum machine, reguetón beat that calls out over my Bose® speakers—and that beat belongs to the song “Vaivén” by Dad...

Tuesday

“We’ll give you some time just in case.” I had a week. A week to hold onto the doctor’s note and reconsider. A week because I couldn’t do it any sooner. I ha...