The Barber Who Listened
I have been cutting hair in the same chair, in the same shop, on the same square in the same small town for fifty years…. Read more
I have been cutting hair in the same chair, in the same shop, on the same square in the same small town for fifty years…. Read more
For forty one years I lost to the same woman. Her name was Hollis Lundqvist, and every August, at the Cleabourne County Fair, in the… Read more
My mother-in-law looked at me across a table crowded with green bean casserole and said, “You’re being selfish, Brambury. Beckridge only gets married once. You’ll… Read more
My brother sold our mother’s house the same week she moved into memory care, and he split the money three ways with our sister and… Read more
My name is Ashmore Corford. I am sixty nine years old, and I have lived on the same hundred and forty acres outside Hollow Elm,… Read more
My mother told my grandmother I had died so she would stop asking about us, and for nine years it worked, right up until the… Read more