My Mother Texted That I Was Locked Out, but By Morning I Had Made a Few Calls

went wrong in the night, it was not my job to fix it.

Six months later, I bought a garage.

It was smaller than my grandfather’s, on a street in a part of Detroit that was somewhere between rough and reviving, which is to say it had the particular quality of a neighborhood that has not yet decided what it is going to be and is therefore still affordable continue reading …