More from Yusef

Facing It

I met Yusef, some years ago. In the mountains, home to Fishtrap and Mirror Lake. Write, he said. Tell your father’s story, so they’ll remember. And so I did. But they don’t remember him, not like I do.

A Mason jar & a manila envelope

Saturday afternoon late, the doorbell rang. Ever since the kids moved off our doorbell doesn’t ring much. Tim and I lead pretty quite lives with our books and our demonic dog. Oh. Sure. Halloween is an exception but on the day-to-day basis, especially on Saturdays, the house is pretty quiet. I was engrossed in Tom [...]