Nonfiction – Issue 6

Tom Petty dies of a heart attack on the day of my breast biopsy. I picture him, this rock star I loved, looking down at his chest, clutching it with his hand, and then collapsing, lying down for the last time. If I live as long as Tom Petty, I only have ten more years . . .

Like most Nevadans, I’m from somewhere else. And like many of us, that somewhere is California . . .