Jane Wageman She met him collecting shark teeth on the South Carolina shore and he was not a beach bum

Elise Blackwell Because I am not a good-looking man in anyone’s book, with my slit eyes and thorny hair, her

Maegan Poland Back then, I couldn’t tell the age of adults. Now, I picture his face waxy like a Ken

Jan Stinchcomb There’s a little devil running around our neighborhood. We’ve seen him. In colonial Massachusetts, on the other side

Nora Wagner After Ivan’s sister dies, he can’t sleep without the ocean waves sound machine. I go along with it,

Michelle Ross My daughter’s favorite game is Make-believe. Make-believe you’re a witch, she says. Make-believe you’re a snail. Make-believe this