Florida Man

There has been much debate about why so many bizarre stories come out of Florida. Some say it’s because the state is full of transient people, and…


Leaping Over the Butchers of Wayne, New Jersey

With a head start, I charged and disappeared into my beloved woods. I knew each stone, branch, and hill from my childhood when I played cowboys and…


6 to 6: A Day with Melanie

Melanie’s talking as she walks up the sidewalk toward my cab. She’s talking as she opens the door. She’s talking as I ask her where she wants to go.…


6 to 6: Grocery Day

Francisca Verdugo needs to go to Food City. I’m a few minutes early, so I sit in my cab and wait for her to come out. The sun shines down on the big…


Recipe for Cut Motherhood

Take one soulful, loyal best friend: Spot, the family dog, a mostly Beagle mutt with black and brown spotted white fur, a twinkle of compassionate…


6 to 6: A Pair to Draw To

It’s too early for this shit. The sun is an ember under a bear rug, and I’m full of vinegar. I pull my cab up to the trailer park to find the gates…


Easter Polaroids

I. As holiday memories go, Easter’s vague. I can’t find many pictures. I found a few in my Easter’s Best getups, but none around the table or…


Reading Lovecraft on the Beach

I was eighteen and fresh out of high school. A group of us, about eight boys and six girls, went to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina for our "senior…


6 to 6: Sonja’s Ring

Sonja is a big black lady, a sweetheart. Her body’s falling apart at age 43: knees, back, innards. She can’t drive anymore. She took my cab to work…


Maybes and Should’ves: Dealing with Death, Thirteen Years Later

I tried, you know. I really did give it my best shot. But I couldn’t. I told myself that I’d never forget, never stop keeping your memory alive. But…