The terrified screech of the blue jay was awful to hear; I turned to witness the hawk’s swooping kill, so close that a rain of glittering blue feathers drifted into my hair while I stood, awed, silent,…

When she stepped into her car that morning and realized that she’d only shaved one leg, she knew it was going to be a long day.

It was inevitable that one day our next door neighbors would discard a rotting mattress on their front lawn.