I am not a good dog person. I do not command authority. My earliest memory is the orange glow of my mother’s cardigan as she walked away from me. The rest is all darkness. Thomas saw her back disappear into the plush cloud of the Cadillac’s seat, and he heard the heavy door slam. He […]
“Sobriquet” by Justyn Harkin, read by Lindsay Hunter
September 6, 2011 by Leave a Comment
My husband, Jerry, calls me Eats. Also Cow and Piggy. Cunt Flaps, when he’s angry. He says Jen in front of Daddy — I’ll give him that — and for show he tosses in some Sugar Pies and Babies. Affection makes Daddy blush, something Jerry knows. The man has a gift for names and naming. […]
Reading the Groove: Nick Hornby
September 6, 2011 by Leave a Comment
Nick Hornby is the author of the novels Juliet, Naked, Slam, A Long Way Down, How to Be Good, High Fidelity, About a Boy, and the memoir Fever Pitch. His collection of essays on music, Songbook, which has been described as the soundtrack to his life, was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle […]
“Black Thumb” by Bonnie ZoBell
September 2, 2011 by 7 Comments
Robin has a turquoise thumb. The blue comes from missing her father, the green inherited from his gift with plants. Mine is black. I don’t really even cook. Thank god she grows fruits and vegetables or she might die of scurvy. “Very little,” I tell the man on the phone who wants to know what […]
