Richard Mangahas

I Only Told You Not to Bite

The afternoon Digmund met the neighbor's dog through our back fence, I was watching from the living room window with the kind of half-attention you give something you don'

Two Sculptors Quit and One of Them Was Me

I was trimming the hedge along our front walkway last Saturday, and Becky was sitting on the porch with tea, watching me work, which is a dynamic we both find comfortable for different

Nobody Ever Downsized Their Way to Remarkable

The guy sitting across from me at the coffee shop was explaining, with the particular intensity of someone who'd rehearsed this in the shower, why his company had just let go