The Alpine Slide
The first summer I was old enough to work, Jacques Michaud opened the alpine slide. The slide was ten miles from the lake, in the mountains. Over the years, various businessmen had leased it for a...
View ArticleTwenty Grand
On December 13, 1979, when my mother was thirty years old, she lost an old Armenian coin. That winter was cold, and she had been sleeping with my sister and me on a foldout couch in the living room to...
View ArticleThe Christmas Miracle
Cats were dying. This happens, of course. But in this case they were dying in a gory way, one after another, and my nieces, who were six and seven years old, were witnessing the deaths, and it was...
View ArticleThe Pink House
“But it’s tawdry,” the woman said. “Petty. I still can’t figure out what happened. . . .”See the rest of the story at newyorker.comRelated:An Unsolicited Great Idea for Your Next BookToo Close to Ted...
View ArticleMorlocks and Eloi
Some months ago, I briefly became pregnant with the child of a Ph.D. in quantum physics, and for a few seconds I understood the nature of time: It was a small sphere, a compressed rubber band. The band...
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