I went out for a while last night and left the television on for my pug, Gracie. She likes to bark at the dog food commercials and, for reasons I can’t figure out, watches America’s Got Talent with rapt attention.
I’ve never before seen a man shot at close range as he lies on the ground; I’ve never seen a man shot through a car window and watched him bleed to death as his fiancé somehow keeps calm enough to
To my father on Father’s Day: I wish I’d asked you more about the young nearsighted boy you once were, who took refuge in books, who learned to read at a startlingly young age. Who spent hours on the river,