The Minute I Held the Bus
Doris was humming at five o’clock that morning, and I should have known right then. She hums when she is hiding something. Forty-four years of… Read more
The Tiny Caps I Knit for the Nursery
At twenty-five past eight on the first Tuesday of October, I carried a cardboard box up the back stairs of Haven County Hospital, the way… Read more
The Bedroom I Asked For
Ronnie told me on a Tuesday, the minute he came in from work. He still had his boots on and the smell of propane on… Read more
The Pond Fence My Husband Built
The cows heard my truck before I topped the hill, and they were bawling at me before I ever saw why. Thirty black Angus cows,… Read more