Authentic Roads

There's a version of this story where I'm the villain, and I get it — I really do.

That morning the alarm clock didn't go off — it just gave up — and Bartholomew Reyes shot out of

I'm on a temporary rotation right now—rear-echelon assignment, regular rack time, actual weekends.

I work the front desk at Pima County Animal Care on Friday nights. Four years now. I've seen dogs

My name is Barbara Wilkins, and for twenty-one years I've been waitressing at a diner near Union

I clean the family waiting lounge on the fourth floor of Lakeshore Medical Center in Cleveland, third

My name is Derek Cassano, I'm thirty-four, and for six years I told everyone the same story: my

Rachel Kowalski found out about the affair on a Tuesday, standing outside her own bathroom door in a

The wedding at the restaurant on Grand Avenue was supposed to be the calmest day of my life.

They ask me why I couldn't just move in with my mother. Fine. I'll tell it my way, the way