From the Archives: “Return to Sender” by Hilary Vaughn Dobel

Don’t you remember the day it froze, nothing in the pantry but oranges? We broke the ice crust on top of the morning’s snow, ate it in slices like bread. Everything tastes out of season now, and there are hunched little women outside, scattering handfuls of blue salt onto the street. In another pastoral, they […]