They are laughing at you. Four grown men: Prim, the guide. Paul, the Canadian. Mark, your husband. And the boatman, whose name you will never know. They laugh like tough boys on a playground teasing a little girl who’s afraid of a spider. Only you a...

The police came by yesterday. They found my husband’s head in the park. The only thing left of him is his head. Don’t worry. He’s not dead. I didn’t kill him. I didn’t chop him into pieces, leaving his head as a souvenir (though I was never totally ...

The woman at table 5 wants to know if I have children. She thinks she is being friendly with her waitresses-are-people-too tone. Maybe hopes her question will bring up some down-home Kodak-moment memories. I might even flip out a snap, edg...

Lee Hwan Jae peered at himself in the dingy hotel room mirror and with his fingers swept the few remaining strands of hair from one side of his head to the other. He grinned. Perhaps years of fussing had made his hair fall out as his wife often joke...

My mother didn’t die of COVID, but COVID killed her. The stroke killed her, too. World War II killed her. My dad’s dementia killed her. The dogs killed her. Technically, she killed herself. But that makes it sound so different than what it was.  I w...