She Was Crazy That Way

It was 2014, after dinner but before Thanksgiving when I sawed off the head of a deer. We were in the back shed surrounded by the thick scent of fresh death, and I was just a guest, an outsider when it comes to survival. “This should get us through winter,” the father said to his …

The moment you knew you were no longer a child

The last time I saw her, she wore an oversized sweatshirt and tight, faded jeans. She sat in the back of the classroom looking painfully bored. She had just come back from yet another stint in rehab. She was gone a week later. She had always been a cool girl, a troublemaker, like a character …