There is something about summer that remains nostalgic for most people: somehow it seems like the important lessons and experiences–even mistakes–were made during those months. Not all of these stories take place during the summer–some do–but they’re all nostalgic: stories you wouldn’t mind coming back to, each year. It’s too easy to say that these characters seem real–that’s every writer’s job–they do seem real, but there’s more to it than that; they also seem tangible. Like maybe you should check the acknowledgments for people you know–that weird neighbor, the quiet kid from high school. And yourself. People grow up in these stories. Storms come, secrets are kept, relationships begin and end, big decisions are made. But little things happen, too. You realize that it’s actually the little things that shape life: a flippant dare, bad plumbing in an apartment, haircuts, lawn boys: every drastic thing that has ever happened can be traced back to something seemingly insignificant. A wink. That’s about as long as anyone needs to know what they believe in–what they’ll do to protect or neglect their lives. Let’s return to the summer–let’s go there uninhibited.