Nick’s millionth cartwheel looks like his first: He plants one hand on the grass and then, before I can catch his legs and help, he tumbles into a round-off. For a moment I’m taller than him, and I…| Flash Frog
At midnight, Yvette runs a paper route. She goes to the distribution site, fills her car with newspapers. They look like burritos wrapped in blue and orange plastic bags. Morning Herald is printed in sans-serif at the top of each. The papers lie in...| Flash Frog
You want a great horror movie? Alien. You want a great war movie? Aliens. I say this to my date to sound normal: it’s normal to have the TV on in a hotel room—to comment on the art, to sniff …| Flash Frog
She’s a poet and a bass guitarist, the coolest in my LA mommies group, and someday soon: a breakout late-in-life pop star. “I could be like a female Leonard Cohen,” she tells me one day at the park. She’s turning thirty-nine this year but...| Flash Frog
