McNally shows us a pubescent boy who is fat, a teenager who is not, and a sometimes-fat, sometimes-not man who never fully escapes his earliest identity as a fat boy.
In college, I owned a frog—an Indonesian White’s treefrog: plump and squishy, green skin pulled taut over delicate, angular leg bones and the tiny vertebrae of the spine.
…my four brothers, Johnny, BB, Curt, Paul, and I grew up with a steady diet of Vienna sausages, those half-sized, mystery-meat weiners that come in very small cans.