The Haircut

Puberty probably had something to do with it — that time in every person’s life when too much anti-acne cream can short-circuit the brain. I was thirteen, weighed 85 pounds, and planned to be mistaken for a supermodel one day. Just because I didn’t like the shag carpet in our den didn’t mean I didn’t choose a haircut with the …

The Vial

Without remorse, she scooped the last of the cosmetics into the waste urn. The rose-petal rouge, the lead-sulfide eye shadow, and the chalky face whitener would no longer be needed. Yesterday, these products seemed essential for an aging woman in her line of work. Today, she cast them aside without value onto the layers of scented fabrics that she had …

Trash or Treasure?

As she stared at the eBay site, the antique shop owner pondered how to value the weathered baseball card. Seventy-two-year-old Bernice Gallego had never heard of the team, so assigning a value to the Cincinnati Red Stocking B. B. Club was near impossible. Ten dollars was the minimum bid, so she chose that valuation and dismissed it in her mind. …