The Totem
I can’t say what took hold of us that Saturday. We made a strange decision.Read More »
Driving through the dark down a Texas highway, my husband at the wheel, I shone the flashlight at the book and read,Read More »
“But who are you married to?” the older woman asked again.
“The German across the road,” I said for the third time.
She shook her head and frowned.
“He’s my husband,” I insisted.
She stared at me. “But . . .”
She just couldn’t believe that I, a white woman, was married to a German.*Read More »
Behind our ranch house and across a dry creek bed was a long rectangular pasture. There was something strange in that place—it could be felt.