Let's fight the fash.

That this desire, this guilt-sway of your hips, was put in its proper place among the centuries, the galaxies, among all those who have ever died. Strikingly alive.

Each week falling like a plodding foot, though we’d have sworn there were more than 52 in that burgeoning deck. We tried shoring up the months, yet still they’d bleed into each other:

My act is slipping. My “professionalism,” as they call it. Honestly, that’s just it: an act. Medical schools work hard to prepare you for the great art of customer service that medicine really is.

As I dipped my coffee mug into a plastic bin of rainwater, the boys corralled the littles into three groups and divvied up the apples, slicing them thin and drizzling salad dressing over each slice.