The Gospel According to Mary Mason
A FOOT OF SNOW BLANKETS THE GROUND. Standing outside the hospital entrance, a robotic Santa twists and turns as it greets passersby. The radio’s blaring Christmas carols, and by the time…
No Matter
WEARING A HOUSECOAT STAINED WITH BRISKET AND BORSCHT, my grandmother stands in the doorway blocking the light. She spits three times, mutters pu pu pu, mumbles a prayer. When she’s finished,…