Where it Hurts

When I heard him say what he said, I physically felt it. “Grab her.” Years ago, I had laser surgery on my cervix. If you’re a man and you don’t have a cervix, a woman can’t exactly feel her cervix, just that it’s up in there somewhere, not with super nerve endings like your fingers, […]

Very Small Things

As the lesson said, “mustard seed,” I thought there must be smaller things than that, things so small that is the size of the faith that I have, like, perhaps a speck of dust. Last night I was taking the train home and suddenly realized that I had no money, and would never have any […]

Lefferts House

There was storytelling when I got to the Lefferts house, which was appropriate. PJ was quite the storyteller. At first I couldn’t find the damn place because New York City doesn’t like to reveal the locations of anything in its parks. Just go in and relax! This attitude is guaranteed not to relax me, but […]

Swann’s Way

I picked eleven dresses from the racks that followed the whole, long storefront. Some of them it was difficult to see in the full harsh sun, the black ones were reverse ghosts, what were their necklines, their patterns? My arm hurt with their weight by the time I carried them to the dressing room. Latch […]