The Clare Stories

  It’s been 15 years since I’ve written fiction. I used to joke that I was the most well-regarded unpublished fiction writer in America, with editors at major magazines and …

How (not) to Feed the Sick

The morning’s Styrofoam tray held a hardboiled egg knocking against a tiny plastic cup of soggy fruit cocktail.  A slice of while bread anchored a corner, its wrapping extolling the …