Sitting In It

Gary Fincke 1At two, your son loves his car seat. Like your dog, he scrambles up to watch anything fly. Each time you shift lanes, reeling in a truck, he repeats, “go” and “fast,” chanting  a chorus of his love for speed. 2This time, as you pass, a moment within…

The Bear, the Woods, the Inevitable

T. S. McAdams Farewell, world. I don’t mean that overdramatically. I know Death stalks you, too, hapless reader, in the guise of illness or accident or the biological equivalent of planned obsolescence, when your own cells, callous little bureaucrats, arbitrarily decide self-repair is no longer authorized. My own death—I won’t…

Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board

Sarah Fawn Montgomery The trick to feeling alive is to pretend you’re already dead. Everyone knows this, but no one says. Pizza is for ranch like Leo is for Kate, even though you mostly like him because his long hair makes him look like a girl kissing a girl, but…