Flash Frog

The first time my mother takes my oldest sister down into the embalming room, I am hidden away upstairs, staring at my ceiling. My sister has just returned home from getting her degree in mortuary science, so she has a depth of understanding about…

Our friends owned a cabin five hours from the closest gas station, seven hours if the forest service road was closed, and there was a group of us who’d drive up every year after the kids got out of school, skipping the Last Day…

American Boy teaches me all the ways to say home run. Big Fly. Homer. Dinger. Grand Salami. When he isn’t looking, I anoint each word with their Chinese translations, imagining they are caterpillars morphed into cocoon, too early or damaged to be exchanged for…