Death, Driveways, and Dreams by Cindy Bradley

I am twelve years old. I’m walking barefoot down my driveway to retrieve the Los Angeles Times, our morning newspaper. It’s still early, but the cement is warm beneath my feet and the sky is clear, promises of another perfect, 80-something degree summer southern California day. The paper is folded into thick thirds, tucked intoContinue reading “Death, Driveways, and Dreams by Cindy Bradley”

Blue Baby Blanket by Candace Cahill

For years I kept his blue baby blanket in the bottom right-hand drawer of my dresser. I stole it from the hospital. I remember lifting it to my face and noting the sharp odor of sour milk mingled with the intoxicating scent of baby. Without a thought, I slipped the soft, waffle-like material into my brownContinue reading “Blue Baby Blanket by Candace Cahill”

Arguing with Social Media about Your Demise by Thomas O’Connell

Facebook doesn’t seem to know that you’re dead; it wants me to wish you a happy birthday. Google knows you’re dead. When I search your name, the third hit is your obituary. The first two results are for an Italian restaurant in Dayton, Ohio, which shares your name. According to their website, I can orderContinue reading “Arguing with Social Media about Your Demise by Thomas O’Connell”

California Fruit by Meg Pokrass

We were transplanted Pennsylvanians who understood the value of fresh fruit. The rental house had lemons, oranges, tangelos, loquats, figs. My mother let me take the bedroom that faced the orchard. I saw him the second week. It was the middle of summer. He lay on a striped beach towel between our two yards, nearContinue reading “California Fruit by Meg Pokrass”