Recent Work By Amanda Eyre Ward



“A road trip,” said Alex, sounding hopeful for the first time in a long time. “To see Gramma. We can visit her and then go to the beach. We can rent a cottage in Galveston. We can rent a condo.”

“A condo?” I said, clamping the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I gathered tomatoes in the produce aisle.

“I have some news, Lauren. Can you get away this weekend, so we can talk?”

Good morning, Amanda!

Good morning.  I’m sorry I’m late.  The kids, you know, and I spilled the coffee.  It’s so damn hot.


How hot is it there in Austin, Texas?

At present, it is 106.