
Then the pigs started dying, and the men in masks came at night, and people in town started to use words like ecoterrorists and sabotage. Some of the people were saying environmentalists, instead.

The day after M. called me to say that he was too ill to come to dinner, that he was in pain and couldn’t get out of bed, and his voice sounded carefully starched, like he’d primed it for this one phone call—the day after that was when they told me he’d put a bag…

I hoped he’d come to God on his own, so I didn’t make him go to church with me unless he wanted, delighted when he did, disillusioned when he didn’t.

My brother Marco believes he is the reincarnation of an Aztec warrior. He returned from another tour of the desert as a luchador, still in costume, and he told me about the ghost inside him as he leapt around the living room, practicing for some wrestling match he fears will be his last. He is…

Tension mounted as the three judges, who wore 1920s style film director’s jodhpurs and berets, took their places on the set. Chef Gordon R. Crank stood in the center flanked by Gram and Joe Slick. The cameras rolled. Slick, with arms crossed, had his back to Crank. American viewers would be reminded that four of…