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Miss Harriet

I am going to relate to you the most lamentable love affair of my life.

Missed Reality Show Opportunities from the Past

A romp through everyday dramas with Hemingway, Kafka, and more!

Mockingbird

Anything can happen because everything happens in New York.

Most Beautiful

It was hard to know what memories or images had marked him.

Motherhood

As our friendship declined into torture, the prairie grew hotter.

Mr. Thing

We all agreed we would evolve into something, a family of sorts.

Mrs. Fonss

Elinor had loved a man. The journey’s purpose was that she might forget.

Mrs. Secrest

His mother’s face had been that pretty, though more resigned.

Mud Time

Late March 2002. “Mud time”—so called in Mad River Junction, Ohio.

Murder-Suicide

Sherman Alexie

Muybridge’s Horse in Motion

The horse is in the air, her legs withdrawn, a diamond shape.

My First Boy

He would sneak into my room, we would have sex, he would sneak out.

My Kinsman, Major Molineux

Nathaniel Hawthorne

My Neighbors Make a Ghost

Even Medusa was beautiful once, before the sea, snakes, stone. Any chimera is regal if you turn a certain way. Even Medusa was beautiful.

My Whole Entire Life

I wanted to be a citizen of the empire called American Express.

Naming

I sensed that a name defined who I was and would be in the future.

Narrative 10

Natural History

Intimacies of the body can outlive resistances of the mind.

Neonates

She knew Jim would be a terrible husband. They’d murder each other.

Never Say No

If he was going to pick me up, the least he could do was look at me.

New Grub Street

He betook himself to the metropolis to become a literary man, of course.

New Year’s Day, 2023

Some goals: stop buying jeans. Stop being angry at mom/dad/sister.

New York City

Night Dreams

I hang there, upside down, watching Bronwyn, her face beatific.

Night Moves

Even then (Colin remembers now), it felt like the end of something.

Nightstands

She had not anticipated that the nightstands would be an issue.

Nina Simone Explains Delusions to John Roberts

We called for the dead dog because toddlers do not understand death.

No Place for You, My Love

Not for the Sabbath

When an old man marries a young piece of flesh, she is the ruler.

Notes from a Breakup: A Field Guide through Heartbreak

“Why do we always fight,” he finally said, his voice quiet, resigned.