Fiction

Aaron didn’t talk. Not much, anyway. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, or didn’t have anything to say, it was that his words piled up behind each other, creating…

I live much farther north now than I ever expected to find myself. Past my sewing machine and through the window is as fine a Yorkshire day as I have…

The Girl tilted her neck into odd angles so that different slivers and slices of the Mother’s face could be seen in combination. First she looked at only the bits…

Once he fell against the rail of the stove, and he bled as she held the dirty poinsettia dishrag over his eye, then shrugged the phone against her ear as…

On Easter afternoon, just before Passover began, Caroline ironed her mother-in-law’s French linen tablecloth on the highest steam setting. She polished her silver with a chamois cloth, and Rose, her…

“I worry about you, that’s all. So shoot me.” Hmmm. Tempting, Kara mused. It’s either her or me. MOTHER NAGS DAUGHTER TO DEATH. Kara cannot help thinking in headlines. Morbid…

The four of us were riding in their dad’s car when Donny, who was fourteen, said he was afraid of babies. His brother Benny, who was eight, had just volunteered…

First, don’t ever forget you didn’t give birth to them. Never refer to yourself as their parent, don’t tell them what to do or act like you think they are…

The headache pounded the smooth concave to the left of Laraine’s eye. It was two days before Christmas, two days before the first anniversary of her mother’s death, and she…

From the street, the place seems all right. Stucco exterior, grey roof, red cement steps leading up to the front door, overgrown bulbous cedar shrubs on either side. A sign…

Delia’s husband Michael had a repertoire of stories celebrating his triumphs in a hard cruel world and some of those stories made Delia want to take the pruning hook leaning…