Category Archives: Leah Brennan

On the way to the funeral, Kerry told me about the last time she saw her grandmother. She wouldn’t use a fork and scooped up bits of manicotti with a sugar cookie instead. “I don’t like this,” the grandmother kept … Continue reading →

I brought you shells from Hawaii. I hope you like them, but maybe you don’t care. They look good here, though. Like they belong. Each shell has a hole near its edge. Special predator mouthpieces drilled through the little walls … Continue reading →