The Life Vista

For the last five years, my father wasn’t my dad. He was a cable news channel with a pulse, a walking collection of forwarded emails and talk-radio one-liners....

They called me “suspicious” on the neighborhood app. My crime? Pausing during my deliveries long enough to leave cold water where the cameras couldn’t see thirst. My name’s...

The first time a parent came for my job, I armed myself with facts.The second time, I went to war.The third time, I just brought his son a...

I used to think my job was to scan groceries, beep after beep under the glare of fluorescent lights. That’s what MarketGo was to me: a place where...

We thought we were soldiers fighting for the soul of our campus. That’s how we described it—grand words for children playing at war. We carried our ideals like...

They say dementia steals your memories. But watching my grandfather, I’ve come to believe it doesn’t just steal—it replaces. Something else has moved into him, something that lives...

Humans passed my kennel like rain past a gutter—quick eyes, quick pity, quicker steps—until the one with the steady heartbeat stopped and forgot to breathe. I was eight...

Part I — Idle The boy pressed his ear to my idling Harley like it was a heartbeat—barefoot on hot Ohio asphalt, eyes closed, counting breaths—and the whole...