JDnightwriter5 minAfter the Funeral: A Guide to FriendsThe morning after my father died, everything seemed quieter when I woke up. The phone didn’t ring. The angry winds that gusted over 70...
JDnightwriter2 minDemon PipeIt was an ugly piece of ceramic. My grandfather's pipe. It was a brown shade of green, almost swamp-like and shaped like a demon with its...
JDnightwriter2 minIn the End, It Came Down to SocksWhen we first came to this country from Russia in the mid-80s, my grandmother was a 60-something, spry widow open to romance. She was a...
JDnightwriter32 minChainedSomewhere in the Mojave desert, miles away from the last Joshua trees, stands a ten-foot tall sand wall that reaches into the distance as...