I sat on the porch in the afternoon and the air was heavy and the sun glared off the barber shop glass. Only a few people walked by, and those who did were weighed down by August. It's a sullen month, …
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Finding Mohammad
Three or four months ago, I drove around with my friend Mohammad again. But this time we weren't going to Philadelphia for one of his dentist appointments or dropping off a job application or going to …
A Summer Morning in Our Small City
I opened the windows. It was 68 degrees outside, and cool air flowed in over the sill like water pouring into a container. I could hear the traffic on James and Prince. I stepped out onto the front …
The Best Kind of Messages (or, When Maile Finished Writing Her Book)
You know how days run along like a stream and all through that fluid movement you receive texts or emails or say hello to people you pass in the street and everything blends together into a seamless …
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“Daddy, what’s inside gum?” and Other Questions
Another 7:00 p.m. finds me in the same place, the same white chair in Leo and Sam's third-floor bedroom, the dusky light glowing white, Leo sucking on his finger and reaching his foot up towards the …
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Why I’ve Never Been so Happy About a Messy Bedroom
One thing I'm learning about life is that it can be very easy to spend an inordinate amount of time on minor things and brush over major things as if they don't even exist. I find this especially …
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