• RUBBER BANDS at Keyhole Press:  Once a year, we gather out on the beach at Franklin’s inlet, at the very end of Dune Road. We all bring our canvas totes, our monogrammed picnic blankets, our reusable grocery bags of wine and summer salads, fancy cheeses. We bring lists of things to talk about—infant sleep schedules and preschool selection, husband’s promotion, celebrity who died tragically, restrictive diet based on ancient culture...(read more)

  • TONIGHT, I BUILT A KITE at Necessary Fiction: Tonight, I built a kite. I taped together chopsticks we’d saved from every order of Bang Bang chicken to make the frame. I wound and glued fat string to make a bridle on the spine, stretched a white garbage bag across the chopstick skeleton, and tied on tails made from a pair of my old red tights. (read more)

  • FLOGGING A DEAD HORSE at WORD RIOT: Ray had a thing for war, so I brought him to Gettysburg for the reenactment. It was hot and crawling with history buffs in period dress, and tour groups led by hippies. And kids, lots of kids with muskets. Before the main attraction, we stopped at the Live Fire! demonstration and plugged our ears as soldiers launched mortars into the sky. Blasts ripped through steel drums, sending gallons of bloody red water flying. (read more)

  • RESURFACED at UNDERWATER NEW YORK: On a Monday morning in July, it is reported that a car has been sighted floating down the East River.  This is breaking news sandwiched between traffic reports and an interview with a couple who made a virally popular video of their wedding. Alex asks, “What are you thinking for dinner?”  He likes to plan his eating for the day. (read more)