I dedicated Slippery to my dad, the man who taught me to think clearly and laugh loudly, always. And over this past week, being bombarded...

*An excerpt from Slippery It’s almost midday. There’s a lack of construction noise in this part of the city, most of the old buildings in...

*An excerpt from Slippery The dust, the warm, heavy air, the swarming flies, the road’s pebbles catching between heal and thong with each...