my mom
- Jan- 2018 -11 January
Mother and son share a bed
My name is Jason. I’m 18 years old and I live with my Mom, Laura, in a small, one-bedroom apartment on the third floor of a building that has seen better days. She has the bedroom and I sleep on the sofa, which pulls out into a bed. It’s not my Mom’s fault we live there, it’s my Dad’s fault. She met him when she was 19. I was born right after she turned 20. He left us high and dry when I was 2 years old. It’s just as well. She said he wasn’t around much, anyway. It’s been…
- Jun- 2017 -9 June
Mom and son get under the blanket
The mid-summer heatwave enveloped the city for seven days straight. It drove everyone a little crazy. Evening brought some relief, but even as night fell the heat lingered, hours past sunset. With heat so constant and so intense, everything loosened up: clothes, morals, and passions that otherwise would have stayed buried deep. Maddy Ryerson had long since tired of the heat. It wore her down, a little more each day. She poured herself a glass of chilled white wine and walked with it to the living room. It was 10 p.m. in the Ryerson house, and the family’s favorite T.V.…