Sharks Keep Moving
I was fidgeting with my beer—passing it from one hand to the other and back again, the little I’d spilled giving it just enough slide across the bar to feel satisfying—when Walt walked in.
The Implausible Story
The first time I came across the story of the Mennonites of Ak Metchet, I hardly noticed it.
Clean Up, 1997
What I remember about ’97 was that people dumped a lot of shit at our farm that year.
Shadow Mountain
The honey I stir into my tea raises eyebrows when friends see it’s called Superfund honey.
