The Banner That Finally Spelled His Name Right
The clock on the feed store’s brick face at the corner of Main and Route 9 read two forty seven that Thursday afternoon when I… Read more
The Banner That Left Him Off
“There wasn’t room for everyone, Cassandra,” Sylvia Crane told me in the fellowship hall of Cedar Grove Baptist Church, two days before the Fourth of… Read more
The Uniform She Ironed for Twenty Years
For twenty years I kept my son’s dress blues pressed and waiting in the hall closet, and every single Sunday I took them out, and… Read more
The Mother They Called a Liar
The whole classroom laughed when my teacher said my mother was probably just a desk clerk who liked airplanes. I was thirteen years old, standing… Read more
They Called Her Just a Nurse
I was already half out of my chair when Greg said it, microphone in his hand, the whole VFW hall watching, and he smiled at… Read more
The Promise I Carried Home
The patch lived in the breast pocket of my field jacket for two years, and for two years I told myself I would drive out… Read more