Saving Mrs. Feingold
“As I picked up the cold cream jar and turned it over, I noticed something unusual. There it was, plain as day.”
“As I picked up the cold cream jar and turned it over, I noticed something unusual. There it was, plain as day.”
“Her battered suitcase bumped behind her down the cracked concrete stairs, over dung-brown leaves plastered to the pavement.”
“Her eyes catch a medic alert necklace. On his right, she sees a rotary telephone, the handset firmly hooked…”
“My mother lifted me up to kiss my grandfather in his casket. I had never kissed my grandfather while he was alive…”
“My daughter’s line will be struck out, as that on so many others’ cards have been. Hasty burials at sea.”
“He kept digging. The sound of the shovel reverberating off the rocks as if inside a sepulcher.”
One evening, slumped over his supper of boiled carrots and potatoes, Walter told her that there had been a meeting.
The hurricane hit like an old boxer—sapped of its former power, but still dangerous.
I’ve been receiving gender-affirming therapies and waiting for the right time to come out to my son…