Month: July 2016


Tales of High Cotton, Part Two

(When I was fifteen, my father took us on a Spring Break road trip through the Deep South with his girlfriend, her sons and their Norwegian exchange student. This is the true story of what happened. Serialized, because long. The first part is here.) iv. The Illinois State Memorial at the Vicksburg battlefield is a domed marble temple that looks like the kind of … Read More Tales of High Cotton, Part Two



My little sister was born a couple days after the fourth of July. I remember standing with my very pregnant mother, a few days beforehand on a warm summer afternoon among the twisty dogwood trees on the bank over the lake dam. I asked her when the baby was coming. She told me soon. Again, we went through the what happens—I have a little … Read More Sisters