When The Ocean Retreats by Mariana Serapicos My dad was cremated in Birkenstocks. He needed his toes to breathe. The sandals had been brown, measurement 9, formed after his stride. A few years later, I picked out a pair—to search out my steps with out him.  I can nonetheless scent him on me. Manuel, Mané, […]

The Listing by Noreen Graf We’re settling into the recent tub, me with my glass of wine, my 30-year-old daughter with some probiotic drink. She lives in my pool home along with her husband whose birthday is right this moment. He’s working late tonight as a server on the Espresso Zone, carrying an “it’s my […]