Beans for Breakfast

In a park on Bainbridge Island my niece, Masha, freed herself from her stroller and trailed along behind her mother and me. Natasha and I crossed a little bridge and looked back at her. She was tearing a leaf apart and pushing the leaf flesh through the little gaps in the bridge floor. When she [...]

We first saw the slice of American cheese on the roof of Ingrid’s car when we got back from the beach. It was already melted around the edges – or better to say, the corners had settled in and fused a bit with the car’s paint. “How do you think it got there?” “I don’t [...]