“I suppose you also have a walking stick,” I say. “All eight-year-old girls have walking sticks. If you don’t have a walking stick, what...

Saturday night is the best time for training. No competition with juniors or masters teams crowding us out, making us feel like maybe two...

It was a winter night when my mother told us she deserved more. A car had stopped on the side of the road and she reminded us then about...

As usual, I feel the burning creep in around one thirty, halfway through third period. It’s computer class and the lab is lined with boxy...

Sunbeams fillet the pink linoleum of my apartment floor. The rays bake my mattress. I lift my arms, pressing my fingertips to the warmth...

Violet wakes with a start as Poppy bursts through her grandmother's front door and peeks around the foyer into the living room. "How's...

The wide white stairs of the Bay Minette Grammar School Spread out on each side of us like wings that September morning. Holding Mama’s...

If you were to walk through the front door of the aged yellow house, you would have to pass through each and every one of the small rooms...

One day I'll see you again. And someone will introduce us because they won’t have any proof that you and I know each other. Knew each...

We drove into the sun. We left the city behind because it didn’t love us. We took the phantom road North. Black spruce and the soft...

Anne glided the razor along the length of her leg. Her hand grazed the wet, silky line to detect any missed hairs. It felt strange...

I. A Door Closes Closed. This is what Maryanne mouthed against double-doors lined in steel, her lips nearly kissing the bulletproof...