When I read novels I usually skip over the epigraphs: the snippets of poems or prose that authors use to set the tone of their stories. They’re too long, don’t propel the narrative forward, don’t convey the meaning to me that the authors must intend. But then, of course, I […]
Bridgeport, suburb of Chicago, seventeen years ago August Last night Katie had gone through her usual routine of sitting on the edge of the tub to read so she wouldn’t wake her sister, then crawling into her sleeping bag on the floor in the front room and readying […]
Falling in love wasn’t a choice. Staying in love is.