It was a disgustingly beautiful day to be plodding across Lake Michigan. There wasn’t a wisp of the somber, angry clouds Lydia had pictured when imagining the first time visiting her son in prison. She squinted at the sun and… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

There once lived a person who attempted to banish the word “Sphincter.” Their name does not matter for it could well have been you or me. For as long as they could remember, they hated the word. Fortunately, we have… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

In 1974, when I was six and my brother, Alex, ten, we lived in a house on the edge of town; the land behind us belonging to a state park, which ran along the Sageeyah River for about a mile… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

As Autumn accelerated — Bertie Bagley began buying blue balloons biweekly. Chauncey Clark couldn’t comprehend colors. “Nonetheless, I have never seen more beautiful balloons,” Chauncey Clark chirped. “Oh! I’ve bought them just for you — just for you,” Bertie Bagley… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.