The Vow My Father Never Kept
I was waist deep in the baptistery at Liberty Hill Baptist Church, twenty nine years old, wearing a set of white robes that smelled like… Read more
I was waist deep in the baptistery at Liberty Hill Baptist Church, twenty nine years old, wearing a set of white robes that smelled like… Read more
The invitation showed up in my mailbox on a Tuesday in April, cream cardstock with gold foil script, an address printed at the bottom that… Read more
Rodger Stipe posted the new work schedule on a Tuesday, and for the fourteenth month in a row, my name was written over a Saturday… Read more
The phone rang while I was still in my work boots, standing in my mother’s kitchen with grain dust in the creases of my knuckles,… Read more
The first thing I noticed walking back into that house wasn’t the smell of the casserole somebody had left cooling on the stove, or the… Read more
I was sitting at the back table of the flower shop on King Street with a shoebox of receipts in front of me, doing the… Read more