It turns out the coroner has a pamphlet to give the next of kin. It is a single trifold sheet, with the crooked wavy text of multiple generations of photocopying.
The woman who stood in front of me in the checkout line at the grocery store had Down syndrome. She was shorter than me by almost a foot and I couldn’t tell how old she was.
In 28 separate tales, Locascio’s selections cover a spectrum of races and nationalities, heroes and villains, sexes and orientations, and family relations.
Not a day goes by that China is not mentioned on American news broadcasts or headlines. Most of these stories extol China’s economic growth, scientific innovations, or forward-looking president.
In 1995, I was living in a tent in the southern Appalachians trying to stay sober. I was twenty-eight years old, working at a camp for the summer, keeping notes of it all.