My name is Sarah Price, and I’m married to a…
I think we’re very confused, Americans, about the whole idea…
Before Nathan’s confession, my primary concern about the wedding, besides…
I woke alone. I had a hangover, which made me…
I knew my husband. I was confident of that. No…
Why’d you do that? That’s what we asked Mattie when…
“Are you sure you want me to go?” Nathan asked,…
Kate Ryan. An unremarkable name, one that brought up 2,530,000…
The morning after Nathan left, Mattie woke at six, an…
Nothing lasts, so the poet says, and what can we…
In the morning, after I called every hotel and hospital…
I put the kids to bed at six o’clock—one of…
I meant to go to work on Monday. I really…
Thursday as I pulled up to the house Nathan was…
Mattie wanted to stop. She wanted to go home. She…
Helen had cut her hair. The last time I’d seen…
In the morning Helen found me on the couch with…
It had been so long since I’d lived outside the…
“Maybe,” I said to Mattie, “I’ll write a villanelle.”
There are distinct categories of what a person will do…
In the morning I woke alone. No Nathan, no kids.
Nine days since his wife’s car had disappeared around the…
We packed up our things, searching under beds and couch…