They found Jenny Wheeler’s body near the tracks on a Saturday. A sunny morning tragedy. That Monday, Glenn came to school with a list of theories in his pocket. Rob Cousin’s name was listed three times and underlined in gruesome… Continue Reading
Insects always died beneath the paisley curtains of my childhood bedroom. It never bothered me to see the dried-up bodies of ladybugs in the dust of the hardwood. Their rust-colored exoskeletons were amusing to play with, making a satisfying pop… Continue Reading
You don’t think about bad news right away when you see that golden spongy log in cellophane by your dinner plate. You don’t question the oddity or take any special note of the fact that we don’t eat Twinkies for… Continue Reading