Growing up, I understood my father through observation, and I suspect that he understood me much the same way. I liked to think our love was purer that way. Like two stray dogs who found each other and are blessed enough to just get along....more
You keep the edge of your love sharp, a knife, so that those close to you know to handle it carefully. You think you’ve done it and then you discover that you’ve been endangering yourself to everybody you meet all this time....more
When he was five, six, seven, and eight, Max spent most of the summer thinking about the whale, sitting in his room with the shades drawn remembering the first visit and looking forward to the second, just before the new school year....more
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Cathy Mellett's memoir excerpts and short stories have appeared or are forthcoming in The Yale Review, The Literary Review, Greensboro Review, Confrontation, Chariton Review, North Dakota Quarterly, Midwestern Gothic, Hobart, Brain, Child, and more. She lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan, and is working on a memoir.