The Wrong Text That Brought Them Back
My phone is the newspaper now. Has been for eleven years, ever since the Tillerton Weekly folded and old Ferd Quackenbush packed his printing press… Read more
The Group Chat That Brought Us Back
I am sixty-seven years old, and until last spring the most complicated piece of technology I owned was a slow cooker with a timer I… Read more
The Day My Son Emptied My House
I came home from dialysis on a Wednesday and my house was gone. Not burned down. Not flooded. Gone the way a mouth goes empty… Read more