The Mural in my Son’s Nursery

My husband, Seth, has a photographic memory. So when he said something was off with the jungle mural in the nursery, I should’ve…

I Met a Girl at Prom

My parents forced me to go to prom. “Henry, you’re the only new kid at the school,” Dad said, as Mom nodded eagerly…

The Streetlamp

Some kids have teddy bears. Others have blankets, dolls, or stuffed animals they fall asleep with. I had something a bit different: a…

My Husband Left Me a Note

The floor was strewn with construction paper, glue sticks, and glitter. In the center was Emma, her hands on a pile of jagged,…

I Fell Asleep on the Subway

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty!” My eyes fluttered open. I was crumpled in a subway bench, my head resting against the window. By now it…

My Student Gave Me a Cookie

“I got a gift for you, Miss Carver.” Matthew stood in front of my desk, holding out a big chocolate-chip cookie. I have…

The Hitman with a Heart

Michael Zinsky wasn’t my usual type of client. He wasn’t a spurned lover, looking for revenge. Or a murderer, looking to snuff out…

The Rain Isn’t Water

I first noticed it when I was waiting for the bus. It was raining. Harder than it had all month, all year. Everyone…