Julia was a single mom, so she did what she had to do.

I am my father’s pusher. Just this once, tonight. Mash the button.

My mom acted like she was just one good fuck away from becoming a millionaire.

Six hours and counting. Six hours until she touched down in another world, another life.

Mr. Dai called to inform his wife that he would be leaving directly from work to pick their daughter up from the airport this evening, so Mrs. Dai would have to buy the fish herself.

I am chocolate man looking at blue man flashing his lights as he stops milk chocolate woman and light cafecito man.

It hadn’t occurred to Michael that his head might get stuck.

Arriving home in his private plane from an L.A. movie set, Rick can almost fool himself into thinking that he is famous.

I am gripping my chest as my colleague attempts to reassure me. “The paramedics will be here soon,” she says.

I remember a time when all I wanted to be was Trash.

I drove with no GPS. After what happened, getting lost seemed like a good idea.

In the Soviet Russia of the 1980s, my mom chose not to tell me we were Jewish.

People who claim spaces as sacred are usually referring to mountains covered in snow-dusted firs or ocean waters that received them in their brokenness and led them back to their unshattered selves.

The big clock on town hall marks the hour, the bells inside ringing and ringing.

Most of the time I can avoid looking at my left breast — or whatever it’s called now — but when I do, I see the little red capillaries above and below the seven-inch scar snaking from my sternum up into my armpit.