From a young age, Marion understood that seeing is believing. She showed off so that people would believe in her.
My Grandpa Helps Me Pick Socks to Wear to His One Year Mass
"What about these purple argyles? I bought them the day you died. I was sent out to find black socks for you to wear in the casket," I told him, frowning at a hole in one of the toes.
The Thirteenth Month
For all intents and purposes, let’s set the record clear that I wasn’t intentionally trying to break anyone’s heart.
To Bask
A woman on the middle floor of the old Florida condo opens a sliding-glass door...
In the Name of the Son
His mind raced over a series of firsts. The first time he used a men’s room; the first time a man took him for another man; the first time a woman did, and the first time one flirted with him; the first time he introduced himself with his new male name.
Spectators
The world raced by in the opposite direction, a dazzling blur of sun-kissed blues and greens and browns. The sound was an ever-crashing wave. The driver’s eyes darted back and forth between the road and the rearview mirror. “Tell me something,” he said. “You have children?”
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