While walking to the playground one afternoon, JR practiced his road safety by stopping at every stop sign he saw. He would chime, “Red says stop,” while he looked left, then right, and a second continue, “Green means go.” And so JR went through the neighborhood obeying the stop signs and exploring each drain . . .
Angie made Ed jealous, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. She loved to drink and flirt. Drugs too, if somebody else was buying. But after Katrina it was different. Most of the bars were closed, most of the men gone to Baton Rouge, Houston, who knew where . . .
There’s someone dying on the side of the highway tonight because my daddy taught me how to walk quiet and how to use a peacemaker . . .
To celebrate the release of Fair Play: How LGBT Athletes Are Claiming Their Rightful Place in Sports, we’re pleased to share a spotlight on Outsports, cofounded by author Cyd Zeigler.
To celebrate the release of Necropolis — a new crime novel by Avtar Singh — we’re pleased to feature a statement from the author on the integral role the city of Delhi plays in the book.
If Rudolf Dreikurs had not died in 1972, I might be in prison today . . .
Big Lew’s ample hips flopped over the sides of the wooden chair. The lunch crowd hadn’t yet begun to stream in . . .
“Aren’t you hot in that?” She gestured at my sport coat. . . .