Tag: short-story

• hugo

  Hugo Osman was a zookeeper, Secretary to the Minister of Agriculture, a film projectionist, with my mom guarding the celluloid rolls, who only liked country and classical, and sold his paintings for extra cash. He taught my mom to paint who taught me to paint. He was a racehorse jockey during the week, and a…

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• sos judi dench

  The first time I caught my father lying was when I was around 10 years old. It was whatever year that the Razr flip phone was considered sleek and cutting edge. I remember wanting to be just like him. Talk like him, in a corporate American accent far from my mom’s tousled English. Travel like…

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• lying is wrong

  UNLESS YOU ARE LONELY He wondered, if you lie to your therapist, do they always find out? Do therapists have the intuition of a woman scorned? He was paying too much money to lie, but did anyway. He had no choice. She had kind brown eyes and wrinkles around them that suggested she might smile…

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• snailphobia

  I agreed to get dinner with Isaac and his father, Alain, who is the most French-Frenchman in existence. I met Alain two months into dating Isaac, when he invited me to an all-day Lunar New Year bar crawl in Chinatown and failed to mention that his parents and entire family are in annual attendance. Despite…

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