1998 It looked hot out, Mom wrote. She’d been in the hospital for a week and a half already, all there had been to do was look out of the…
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Our eight-year old had the flu last week, when it snowed almost two inches, which was almost enough for our snow removal service to kick in. I’d insisted to you…
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1. “I don’t know if things happen for a reason,” my dad says in a low aside to my boyfriend in the pizza parlor in Grand Forks, North Dakota. “I…
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Arslanbob The climb had been sunny and cheerful, but by the time they reached the base of the waterfall, the sky was thick with low clouds snagging like cotton batting…
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I step onto the porch and look for the rain. The sun won’t return until tomorrow, I know. But I need it. I crave rules. Facts. Certainty. Rely on the…
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I step onto the porch and look for the rain. The sun won’t return until tomorrow, I know. But I need it. I crave rules. Facts. Certainty. Rely on the…
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I’m sitting at the edge of the garage with my grandpa. We’re in lawn chairs, the ugly pastel woven kind that leave checkerboard welts on the backs of my thighs,…
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The little girl who tromps down to the creek, after the season’s first rain, spring rain that comes after the crocuses, after the thaw, she wears black rubber boots trimmed…
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–After the Eastern Tornado Outbreak on June 2, 1998 Trapped, in our Sunday best, in standstill traffic; as rain raised the river to tickle the road beneath our tires;…
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Deep in the dead of winter, not long after the Solstice, we wake to the illusion of summer, to the brightest daylight of the year. Perihelion. Those few short hours…
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Before The rumbling went on for months–earth-shaking, steam-venting. Everyone on edge. The volcanologist on the mountain and the mother of a teenager who had crossed the line from adolescent angst…
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Of Angela Each morning Angela awoke and looked out at the sky. Then she rose and tapped her bedside table exactly twenty-four times with her forefinger, then put her small…
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Worry Without cloud cover to hold it at bay, the cold pours over the eaves of the house and mounds up against the foundation like sand in an hourglass.…
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How To Imitate The Wind Become invisible. Create electricity, grind grain into flour. Merge air masses, turn them into swirling storms. Drop a house on a witch’s sister. Carry smoke…
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