The Chair My Nephew Carried In
Nineteen days before Thanksgiving, my phone rang while I was scrubbing a casserole dish that didn’t need scrubbing anymore, just something to keep my hands… Read more
The Seat at the Head Table
For forty-one years I cut hair in the front room of my house on Sorrel Street, in a town in central Nebraska so small the… Read more
The School Clothes I Bought Every August
Every August since my divorce, on a night I never tell anyone about in advance, I have gone through the clearance racks at the discount… Read more
The Recliner a Stranger Brought Back
“It was an ugly old thing nobody wants, Bonnie. You’ll thank me when the house shows better.” That is what my daughter-in-law Dana said to… Read more
The Quilts She Donated From My Hospital Bed
Four dollars is what a thrift store paid out in trade credit for my mother’s wedding quilt, the one my daughter-in-law Shaylene decided was clutter… Read more
The Potluck They Tried To Move
The notice went up on the clubhouse corkboard on a Tuesday, pinned dead center where the old sign-up sheet used to hang, and it took… Read more