All Fours

All Fours

“Are all the rooms here this nice?” Cassie, fifty-three, only had a second while her daughter was at ceramics. “No, I had it redecorated. It’s part of a . . . never mind.” The room wasn’t the point. I described my situation, Audra, the fork, the...
Four Thousand Weeks

Four Thousand Weeks

You only ever get to feel certain about the future once it’s already turned into the past. Likewise, and despite everything I’ve been saying, nobody ever really gets four thousand weeks in which to live – not only because you might end up with fewer than that,...