Was a big man and unafraid. Six foot five, two ninety seven–he felt as though he was invulnerable. He would do it all–jump out of an airplane, roller coasters galore, cliff diving, spelunking, guns, motorcycles, hand gliding, drink anyone under the table.
It was raining and he was sad and tall. He was waiting for the Facebook woman to appear, it was all arranged.
My brother leaves Alabama for Philadelphia to be a bone broth barista because it’s cooler to sip
liquified bones than a Starbucks pumpkin latte, and leaving your family for a fad isn’t a betrayal.
It’s summer, and Ada Lynn obsesses over any boy with armpit hair.
It’s a weird brag, but that’s what the parents tell me. Though they don’t say monster. They say, Shuck him another!
My son and my nephew, in their early thirties, both scientists, were sitting in my kitchen drinking and talking about going to Mars, while I stood at the stove flipping burgers.