The Left Pocket of Mom’s Sunday Coat
I knew the coat before I knew the woman inside it. It was the first Sunday of Advent and nineteen degrees, and I was in… Read more
The Dog Who Would Not Eat
Brad had Duke by the collar at my back door, and I was standing in my own kitchen in my funeral dress with a pan… Read more
The Feed Truck I Drove Home
“To my son Wade,” the lawyer read, “the 1994 International feed truck, with the mixer box, and its title.” He stopped there, because that was… Read more
One More Line on Elmer’s Stone
Mr. Blaha turned the drawing around on the counter so it faced me, and then he took his hand away from it the way you… Read more
The Soup I Carried Next Door
Verna tasted my soup off the ladle, standing at her own stove, and I watched her face do something I had never seen it do…. Read more
The Eleven Widows I Called That Night
The note was half a sheet of yellow paper, and my grandson handed it to me upside down. Henry is eight. He does that with… Read more
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