Childhood/family
“Just pop it in the cooler, there. How is that so hard,” he says. “Just throw the damn thing in there.” My sister and I…
He holds his hand against the sun, looks out at the combine in the field, where Father bled out. A figure shimmers in the heat,…
On the gravel driveway one summer, Ben slipped, skinning his left knee. He went inside crying. His mother and father were sitting in armchairs drinking…
Once a week I drove my truck to the cabin, following the river gorge. The Truckee River leaks out of Tahoe and winds north at…
The group of trees behind our house that I called a forest burned down when I was 12. I never told anyone that Ben and…