The Name On The Rescue Plaque
The low-water crossing My name is Carol, and I am fifty-five years old, and for thirty years the most important person in my life was… Read more
The Pond Nine Fathers Flooded
The window that January I had stopped looking out the back of the house. That is a thing nobody tells you about grief. It is… Read more
The Folded Twenty Under His Cup
The cup at the end of the counter I have poured coffee at the Depot Cafe in Tarkio, Missouri for thirty-one years. My name is… Read more
The Shoebox My Teacher Kept
The Box on the Top Shelf My name is Carol, and I am fifty-nine years old, and I did not think a shoebox could take… Read more
The Last Ride Across The Ferry
The landing My name is Carolyn. I am sixty years old, and I was raised on a river landing that no longer carries my father’s… Read more
The Church Babies Who Quilted For Me
The morning I stood up and said I was done I want to tell you about the Sunday I quit, because you cannot understand the… Read more
