Obsessive
You begin picking your skin at age fourteen—freshman year—shedding it like leaves falling from maple trees in autumn. Picking at your skin is an unconscious urge. You pick again and again: in class, at home, amidst birthday parties, during family dinners, on restless nights sitting in the humid heat of …
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Adaptive Sports in Crested Butte, Colorado
We four always took the free busses down from the slopes to town. The ratty ones that had 1970s-style Day-Glo and hippie paint, rust-encrusted bumpers, and old rickety platform lifts that could raise my older son’s wheelchair with him on it and sometimes me too standing behind him, clasping the …
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The Good Doctor
The dim hum of an infirmary. A womb of faded pink curtains. The gurney’s vinyl slab. You are eighteen. Your gut is a swirling mass of snakes. It’s hard to breathe. A week before, you flew from Boston to Arizona on the shaky premise of attending college, but really you …
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