Like any Yalie, I hate Harvard. I hate it, and I hate everything it stands for. It’s dreadful and disgusting. There is nothing redeeming about it.
November 18, 2016
Erin’s sadness was quiet, the sort of sadness you usually find in otherwise-empty cars and on the couch alone after everyone else has gone to bed and the house is still except for the rattle of the air conditioner. The women went in the stone doors of the church, and Erin made sure they were just far enough ahead of her that they didn’t have to hold the door.
October 28, 2016
Things in my grandparents’ house, when I was staying there in the summers as a kid, only ever happened without warning. The way I sometimes […]
September 23, 2016
[JUNIOR YEAR (FOR SCOTT FRANCIS McNAMARA), LATE MAY SEMI-FINISHED BASEMENT $940,000 HOME; DAKOTA HILLS NEIGHBORHOOD; GLASGO, MN 554—] Ginsburg was picking at the corner of […]
April 8, 2016