The Recipe Card She Never Turned Over
For forty one years I lost to the same woman. Her name was Hollis Lundqvist, and every August, at the Cleabourne County Fair, in the… Read more
The Neighbor Across the Street
I am seventy-one years old, and until this past spring I believed I had reached the age where nothing new could happen to me. I… Read more
The Shy Grandpa Who Said Her Name
My grandfather, Alvin Pruett, has not spoken into a microphone on purpose one single time in the seventy-nine years he has been alive. I want… Read more
The Wrong Text That Brought Them Back
My phone is the newspaper now. Has been for eleven years, ever since the Tillerton Weekly folded and old Ferd Quackenbush packed his printing press… Read more