The Stranger Who Tended Roy’s Grave
The frost was still on the grass at Sugar Creek Cemetery when I saw him, and my first thought was that somebody had come to… Read more
The Booth by the Window
The first time I really saw him, he had been standing in the doorway of the Prairie Rose for six full minutes, and not one… Read more
Three Children and a Pot of Soup
I had one boot laced and the other in my hand when the knock came. Marie got to the front door before I did. We… Read more
The Day I Set Down My Cane
My daughter told me on the Friday before last, at my kitchen table, with her coat still on. She had driven the nine miles out… Read more
The Wrong Terminal and My Sister Fern
The bench was the color of a church pew and about as kind to an old woman’s back. I had been sitting on it since… Read more
The Letter My Grandfather Read
“It’s a lot of good money to spend on a lost cause,” my mother said. She said it the way she reads the weather off… Read more
