The Fort

Our driveway and the neighbors’ was separated by a cement wall–a twelve-foot terraced step, with their driveway at the top, and ours down below. Hector and Phoebe’s driveway. They were renting the first floor apartment: newlyweds. I don’t remember who lived on the floor above them. The ground between our garages was a little dirtContinue reading “The Fort”

Nothing In Between

We had a record collection stored in an antique wooden sideboard, spilling into messy piles on top. You had to be careful with the turntable: it was expensive, and the tip was made of diamond. I would sift through these records when I was between activities: chores and company, school and dinner. There were aContinue reading “Nothing In Between”