Stories

In second grade we had a class pet named Lightning. He was a hermit crab and I thought Lightning was too cliché a name for him. I thought he should be named Herman because it rolled so well off the tongue. HERman the HERmit crab. Herrrman Herrrmit. And I would say it like that...

When I moved to Asheville, North Carolina, I started touching locks. That was a new one, even for me. I lived in a big drafty house with two room mates who might as well have been furniture, and a cat who did a spot-on impression of someone trying to break into my room to...

I smoked pot with my grandma once. She was dying, but to be fair, she had been in the process of dying for at least ten years. My grandma was not like your grandma. She wore bright pink lipstick and balanced on the edge of her recliner with a cigarette dangling out of one...