What? I’m a lesbian. I had a girlfriend at Camp Corbitant last summer. God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this after how Mom reacted. How’d she react? I really don’t want to talk about it. That well, huh? Are you really being the coolest big brother imaginable, or are you playing cool? I look … Continue reading Roof II
I think my brother’s a little old for summer camp, but he insists it’s the fast track to lifeguarding at Morses Pond. So I said I’d fish out my old beach stuff from the attic. I’m deep in a pile by the chimney when I hear something outside the window. I half- expect a flashlight, … Continue reading Childhood’s End
A discovery to return to.
After three weeks, Dad finally noticed my preschool drawing wasn’t hanging by Mom’s research. No one had any ideas. Now that he’s certain of the rest of the house, he’s tearing open boxes of Mom’s old textbooks while I offer moral support from the door. The heat comes on and we both hear it: a … Continue reading Attic II
I wake up. Again. Dammit. I roll over to prop a pillow under my head and for some reason I’m lying at the top of the stairs. I sit up. It’s just after dawn. The whole house is quiet. Downstairs looks dark enough if I jumped I might land in water. What are you doing … Continue reading Flight II
Dad promised he’d be home for the party. I guess I’m not surprised when he walks in after 7:00 with my present: a record from some band he likes. He met the singer at a bar in Knoxville, and got the whole band to sign it. I make him wait until Harvest is done. Who … Continue reading Where Is Everybody?
My sister still hasn’t come back. Dad got home this morning. He brought bread, which probably means Mom’s angry at him. They’re talking to some woman in the living room while I watch on the stairs. I’ve seen her before, somewhere. Her hair is short and black. She grew up in our house more than … Continue reading First Floor Stairs II
It was Saturday afternoon. My sister had been gone three hours. The door was closed. Mom was inside, sighing. …and his books aren’t selling. He’s in Holyoke till tomorrow, probably buying shots for Susan. That’s good. Maybe Susan’ll finally get him a meeting with her boss and we can loosen the collar. When I signed … Continue reading Kitchen II
When we get back from school the ice on the snow is just thin enough my boots break it on every step. But it’s Friday. My sister’s with Dad at a book fair in Haverhill. The roads froze so they’ll be back tomorrow. My brother got off the bus at Mike Chinooga’s house. Mom’s in … Continue reading Living Room
When the right stairs lead to the wrong kitchen.