No More Sister than St. Nick
August 29, 2023[…] lifetime of being there almost every Sunday. A whole lifetime of saying yes to almost every calling —except Primary, of course. If they asked him to teach kids, he demurred. Kids with their noisy, […]
[…] lifetime of being there almost every Sunday. A whole lifetime of saying yes to almost every calling —except Primary, of course. If they asked him to teach kids, he demurred. Kids with their noisy, […]
[…] heart hop. The left lens of her binoculars fogged up yesterday, which wasn’t supposed to happen since they are waterproof binoculars, good ones. They didn’t have binoculars the other time. She and Rob smirked […]
[…] jeans on, more buffer against the toxic incursion of McAdam air. McAdam had parts that were okay —neighborhoods flanking the river, the new park near the Shiloh Riverside. But the blocks surrounding 45th Street […]
[…] help her ears pop on airplanes. “Besides I needed to get back. I’ve got this sale pending —if the bank comes through and the naughty ladies of Crestview Lane get that house on San […]
She rarely blew her cool and never ever swore, but —”Dammit! Hell!” The metal stirring spoon rebounded off the sink and took a bite out of the kitchen wall. The real Tracy Sequaptewa? She […]
Pancha Robinson was doing dishes at her mother’s sink and watching her husband Rick, who was out in the backyard with the children. Gloria, Pancha’s sister, was sitting at the kitchen table fiddling with […]
Brother Duvalier —the branch president—had us out to his farm for dinner tonight. Which is to say, he had us out to milk cows with his farmhand while his wife made us dinner. It […]
The old man walked out from under the line of high, heavy trees bordering the cemetery. He stopped. He looked up, blinking his eyes. He held his hands palms up to the fading April sunlight.…
Samuel was watching the door intently when they let José in. He stood up, smiled as if he were greeting an old friend. He opened his body toward the inmate and reached out, completing the […]
A friend writes: In a walking excursion last fall through the old block lying between Fifth and Sixth East, Seventh and Eight South —in a narrow alley behind Charon’s Mexican Bakery—I came across a […]