Ninety-five percent of the ping-pong I’ve played, I’ve played on a single table. The table is in the basement of my aunt and uncle’s house on Cape Cod, in the laundry room, and the house …

Shelley told Olivia to sit on the brown couch in the office, so Olivia is sitting there, rubbing the strap of her bag with her thumb, watching Marie stick Post-It flags on a take-out menu. …

Outside, the light has guttered down to the horizon behind the scrub pines, and the air is cool and soft like a sheet.
Inside, it’s warmer. A loaf of bread is sitting on the counter, cut …

It’s the day of opening night, three-thirty in the morning. Your desk is a Brady Bunch card house of drafts and books and Post-Its, and you slump on the couch, twitchy with reheated coffee and …

The first thing she notices about the bar is that it smells funny. It doesn’t smell bad — but that’s what’s funny about it. There isn’t that fug of slopped beer and secondhand cologne. Everything …

Diz hands the hen back to me and holds his hand out to —
Okay, can I — I’m sorry, I need to just stop you here for a second.
Shelley freezes, hen under her arm lineman-style, …

Diz frowns. “Do you think we need The Nose?”
“I think we might need The Nose, and I think better safe than sorry.”
“Sure, but if we don’t end up using her and she has to” — …

Slam! goes the phone, rrrrrump go the wheels of my desk chair, sssswish goes my messenger bag over my shoulders, and I’m halfway across the outer office when I see the baby, and I swear …

Every job, you need a different thing, a different combination. Sometimes, you only need Ro Jin. Sometimes, you need The Nose and Jenny, or The Nose and Jenny and a Driver and a Navigator and …

Sears 1, Sarah’s dread of having to deal with buying an air conditioner 0
And thank God, because I had a terrible experience the last time I bought an air conditioner. For starters, in my old …