fiction with a dark edge
Dear "Lord," Thank you for this hot mess of a world, because it seems to be the only one available. Thank you also for hot yoga. Merci beaucoup for the little things: the hot astringent tea, the morning silence at the kitchen table. For the ability to think and feel and to perceive the wonders... Continue Reading →
Three somewhat related facts launched me into an examination of morality, belief, and Thanksgiving stuffing: As I write this, a three-pound duck browns in the oven. My son recently pasted a PETA sticker on his backpack, but he eats burgers. I consider myself a sensitive person, yet I blind myself to the suffering of my... Continue Reading →
AUDREY KALMAN 