
“Notes on a Bruise”
“Frankly, my mother was right: I’m not to be trusted. I’ve always lived my life perched on stools with one eye on the door.”
The Gettysburg Review | Summer 2016
“Frankly, my mother was right: I’m not to be trusted. I’ve always lived my life perched on stools with one eye on the door.”
AGNI | Winter 2015
“Concrete debris and ash had been swept into small hillocks, like sloppy housekeeping in the aftermath of an atrocity, and it struck me that I’d been counting down to this physical confirmation that I could never come back.”
AGNI | Winter 2012
“Every family is unhappy in its own way and perhaps Arthur and I had chosen adoption as our own particular way to be unhappy.”
The Southern Review | Spring 2012
“It is because she had a been a tartar that had made her, at times, so difficult to live with, and precisely why she had been so hard to lose.”
The Gettysburg Review | Summer 2009
“I recognize the irony that our relationship should now be conducted by mail, and this long distance conversation is the only way I know he is still alive.”
AGNI | March 2016
The Quivering Pen | Fall 2013
TriQuarterly | Spring 2011
Urbanite | Spring 2006