Anna’s plan is going to work. Her mother is a lopsided snail on the couch, a heap of dirty laundry unto herself, all sweats and stained Muskoka tee, empty Coors Light cans at her feet in a row, tidier than she is. Eloise sold the station wagon last year, too broke to...
(2025) When I heard Travis was out of rehab and back in town, I wanted to foxtrot right back into his life, astonish him the way Gatsby dazzled Daisy, silk shirts and gold rings. I hesitated, but not sufficiently. Maybe we’d been guided by love, but our hearts were...
