Sep 18
Beaver County Auction In Monaca, notices are taped four or five deep on the screen doors. Grass, knee-high, creeps up the leg. I watch for poison ivy and dog poop—peer through broken panes of glass for signs of life. I take pictures, report my observations, tell my investors what I find unless there’s a sign …
Sep 10
Thoughts of a half-dead woman Since I was twenty-nine doctors have been telling me I am nearly dead. There’s a strange freedom in being a half-dead woman. Risks are not measured by what is lost— but whom. Regrets are not what I failed— but what I didn’t say. I remember the name of the man …
