. Still, slow as a fault, we grind ahead. “It’s taking years,” our son Ben whines. “Griping won’t ... All nearby cars house dioramas—Washington Crosses the Tupperware. Lou Gehrig’s Farewell Screech— ... to veer far right, and claim last place in a line of cars that seems stopped dead ...
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just as we pulled into the driveway of my aunt and uncle’s house, a modest two-story dwelling that ... questions of others, we can open books to read about other worlds, we can see where our family trees ... “Girls, we’re invited to a ritual sacrifice tonight!” she announced to my sisters and me. My sisters ...
Page 171 from Issue 80 Epistolary Fiction and Intellectual Life in a Shattered Culture: Ricardo ... cultural activity during the seventies and eighties, as significant in its own way as the banning of books ... during that time, or the decrepitude of the pub lishing enterprise (until then, the most flourishing in ...
sharing our every emotion, even the ones that why is it that the ones with whom we share the people ... foreign language to my ears and so men roaming around in her mind, opening doors and flourishing flowers ... and, above all, the idea of stability wanting me to be romantic, but her own ideas were including one ...
front steps of her house. The dead girl repeatedly appeared afterwards at night in the street, and ... Page 91 from Issue 87 We start with Hutter discovering the marks on his neck, writing Ellen. It ... will be in bright sunlight, against a ruined stone wall. We must make certain the vines have been ...
clicking on the old IBM Selectric alone at the dining-room table in our northwest Portland house, Mom ... I was ten, I sat on the front steps of our house waiting for my father to come out. He was inside taking ... company where she was a receptionist. We soon moved from our Victorian home in affluent northwest Portland ...
in 80 Days was Jules Verne. Being long dead, he didn't have much to say about my adapta ... adaptation very much my own. Verne devotees and/or critics would complain about what was missing (including ... often true, and/or met with general approval, which was the case. Adapting The Coast of Chicago The ...
Page 110 from Issue 80 seize them with an urgency I cannot name, and so I call it longing, I call ... it want. I know what I want. We will meet, the two of us, in a moment I cannot imagine: for a moment ... the mirror is shattered I will see: my own reflection breaking through, arms out to greet me in its ...
pregnant on that second trip, and when our third child was born the following fall, we named her for my ... Prologue We crossed the sea in a crowded boat and came to the harbor. We were tired. We were hungry. We ... danced to the Cat Stevens song in the garden, was named for her. At the Ozora Truck and Travel Plaza, we ...