Ian Golub

The Case Against The Mother The night before court she called the plaintiff a chauvinist pig. Her son was puzzled, though he’d heard her use the phrase on men before. Five months earlier at the Bagel Den she’d said it juicier — the man was a pig, his showroom a sham, the furniture cheap knockoffs

Visitor My mother was arrested near her seventieth birthday, she scraped a parked car, left no note, her gym bag swinging into yoga class. When the cops entered mid–downward dog, she erupted— a torrent of grievance, blocks flying. But kicking? That was new. One night in jail for resisting arrest, I passed the detector, wore