The Lawn Chair at the Bus Stop
The call came on a Wednesday in September, at 4:15 in the afternoon, while I was holding suction for a root canal. My phone was… Read more
The Party At My Own Grill
The first thing I noticed when I came through the side gate was the smell of my husband’s grill. Burgers, hickory chips, and that little… Read more
Fourteen Kids at the County Pool
Melissa Dahl was standing at her back gate with one hand on the latch when my son walked up with his towel over his shoulder…. Read more
The Forty Miles to Speech Therapy
Mrs. Harmon had me sit in one of the little blue chairs, the kind made for kindergartners, so my knees came up nearly to my… Read more
The Winter I Left My Brother the Bills
The bag was white, stapled shut, and it had my father’s name on it in our own pharmacy’s label print. Stan Kowalski. Three prescriptions. Ready… Read more
The Drive to the Lincoln Memorial
The payment slip was sitting next to the salt shaker when I got home from the salon that Tuesday in February. Avery had smoothed it… Read more