David Rodeback
September 25, 2022
Pia had slept as late as she dared on a Sunday. She slipped into a pew halfway up the right side of the chapel just…
May 10, 2022
Getting to Maylee’s going-away party at all was a thing. My cousin Jaxson and I took a state highway into the country and turned onto…
May 10, 2022
One barber chair, occupied (by me). One spare, empty. Mirrors everywhere. A damp hair smell, but not hair products; this isn’t a salon. Freshly cut…
April 25, 2022
What would you say if you were standing at the front door of a nice guy you just met, and it was 6 a.m. and…
April 25, 2022
After 25 years it probably wasn’t even the same door, but it could have been. It led to the same school, the same fetid swamp…
March 12, 2022
When Mr. Bingham asked, “Why did Nixon go to China?” I kept a straight face and raised my hand. He nodded to me. “Ms. Morgenstern?”…
March 12, 2022
I met Marie in the hallway after school. “The race is tomorrow,” I said. “We should sign up.” “The three-legged race?” “Yeah.” Running the three-legged…
March 12, 2022
There’s nothing like the sound of a mom reading to her children, when they’re your children too. It’s the exact opposite of their nightmares, the…