The Guitar They Laughed At
I buried my dignity in small pieces over eight months of scrubbing another family’s kitchen floor, and I got every single piece of it back… Read more
I buried my dignity in small pieces over eight months of scrubbing another family’s kitchen floor, and I got every single piece of it back… Read more
The Chair On Main Street I have rented the second chair at the salon on Main Street in Piney Bend, Idaho, for eleven years. Everybody… Read more
I have been a lot of things in sixty six years. A husband for forty one of them. A volunteer firefighter for thirty. A father… Read more
The Arrangement For eleven years of marriage, Sheldon and I had an arrangement neither of us ever said out loud. He worked steady hours at… Read more
People in a farm town think they know how debt works. They think it shows up as a certified letter, or a sheriff’s deputy on… Read more
The Reunion in Dubuque Every year, the third weekend in September, the men I used to run the river with meet at the VFW hall… Read more