Nonfiction

My first son became a son underwater. The summer after we lost him, I spent a lot of time swimming. Clouds would gather and part above me.

You and I live with Alu, a strawberry-blonde dog, and Esteban, an ebony cat, in a house that is too large for the four of us.

The number of cases, the CDC says, is 984. That’s 774 more than a week ago, the night  my father died,…