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I saw them one day at the Ikea superstore just outside of Madrid, a couple of years before Pedro was born. A family of four: Mom, Dad, Sister, Brother. Sister:…

Andi Buchanan: The early buzz about Girls In Trouble is exciting, and so far it seems to have struck a chord with readers and critics alike — which is basically…

As I opened the mailbox, I saw the yellow notice that my cable bill was overdue. How had I forgotten that one? I took it to the kitchen table and…

A thirty-five year old mother at my son’s preschool didn’t wake up on Sunday morning. There was no warning. No goodbye. Leslie died in her sleep, leaving behind a shocked…

The circumstances surrounding Donna’s death make me feel uncharacteristically mellow. Waterlogged garlic peels wreathe the sink. I notice how much they look like miniature tea bags. Our dinner guests left…

I spotted her when I rounded a bend. She was by the side of the road, in the shadow of trees which line old Route 19, a slow narrow route…

Margaret suddenly had a yearning for cake. Chocolate cake. She had six boxes of cake mix to choose from in the pantry. She took two from the shelf and set…

Ghost season, my daughter calls it. The time the dead draw nearer. The wasps are hungry. They flit along the clothesline among the muggy towels, slick sheets, lick sweat off…

My five-year-old daughter slides her fingers between her thighs holds her hand out to me and says, “smell.” I hesitate, bring my nose closer to her hand, take a token…

Bring me the bedding that held his sleep and blind I’d know it as his. Pungent smell with an acrid edge, like delicious food just starting to turn. Since infancy,…

Suddenly my children are ill. Dragged out like old rags, dead dogs. They are gray in the face, limp, shadowy. And I am dazed from the night vigil. Dragged out…