We can’t change what is coming. Something is always coming.

Most people he knew, his wife included, wouldn’t make it through an hour on the promise of four sentences. But Frankie Bard was like a camel. She could hold her words for days–as long as...

It gets you thinking about all the parts in a story we never see” –he cleared his throat– “the parts around the edges. You bring someone like that boy so alive before us and there...

Sand was dribbling out of the bag of her attention, faster and faster.

It is the story that lies around the edges of the photographs, or at the end of newspaper account. It’s about the lies we tell others to protect them, and about the lies we tell...