by Chris Bohjalian HE LEANED AGAINST THE cement wall, a father who was no longer young with a daughter who was, and listened...
|The bug wasn’t Gregor Samsor-big. We’re not talking Kafkaesque. But in my memory it was the size of a cat. It was vaguely...
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If you’re reading this, it means you survived Black Friday. You think I’m kidding. I’m not. Black Friday can be terrifying. You don’t...
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The bug wasn’t Gregor Samsor-big. We’re not talking Kafkaesque. But in my memory it was the size of a cat. It was vaguely...
|This Tuesday night, Christmas Eve, my daughter will be home from college and the two of us will be in the community room...
|Look, I know Santa just pulled an all-nighter, flew through serious turbulence over Iceland, and had to put up with – yet again...
|There is a moment in one of my older novels in which a couple gets a little randy beside a Christmas tree on...
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My parents may not have been perfect, but there is one thing they always did right: When I would race downstairs on Christmas...
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