Learn to meditate with the monsters. Sit down and sup with the demons. But don't let them feed you.  - from Field Notes: 26 Decem...

They marched into the room one at a time shadows from the valley of death every long hair atop their heads wound tight and high and kept in...

S he hated the panicked feeling of gasping for air. But the pain that shook her body down to the bones whenever she coughed and spit up piec...

M adge just shook her head and waddled over to the three lever tap with Bill Watson’s empty glass. She made her way like someone who had wor...

L inda came home and found me muttering in the dark. When she switched on the lamp, the illumination was blinding. “I’m glad you were able t...

I’ve always hated the smell of hospitals. The particular odor of death, urine, and bleach that’s unique to all hospitals and nursing homes f...

W hen I saw the corpse, it looked like it had been out all in the cold. It was – or it had been, at any rate – a retriever mutt. Short hair....

3. A fter I got off the phone with Red, though, I was in no mood to growl at the kids for hitting my door. I was in no mood to growl at anyb...

P endleton hated my drinking; he grew up with parents who were rotten, miserable drunks that took their miseries out on him. Even after th...

H e was dead and buried for a month before anybody called to tell me. “I wasn’t s’posed to tell ya,” Red said through the phone. ...