Mom said something. “Ok,” I answered, stepping out of the kitchen and into the living room. Then one more step toward the door.   CRASH!   Shards of shattered glass rained down on the couch, coffee table, and carpet—one step away from me. A Chevy Blazer’s back end hung through our obliterated living room…

Flashing red lights. Beeping horns. Bells. I pull the bar; the helicopter car rises. I push the bar; the car drops. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Around, around, around my brother and I fly. Until the ride ends. summertime Robert and I race to the next ride     first published…

breakfast outside a neighbor on his cellphone across the street Frankie’s last tears as we pull away from “home” The boat pulls away from the bayside dock. Our guide points out the history of Assateague Island’s origins (a 1933 storm broke it off the peninsula) and points out fishing vessels docked at West Ocean City,…