I dream of balloons: full of air, pushing outward, skin taut with life. I dream in colors—reds and greens, saffron gold. I watch them rise higher and higher, until suddenly, they must pop. What is it like to live inside someone’s memory? Pieces only, improper vignette. Pages of me are lost, torn out, never printed. [...]

Winner of the Edward Eager Memorial Prize for fiction in 2006 Sarah liked sappy, depressing songs. It wasn’t that she herself was depressed— it was that she simply liked to be reminded of what being depressed was all about. It made her feel smaller somehow. Less important. Less alive. In fact, sometimes Sarah wondered if she [...]