The Sunday the Screen Went Dark
Blake Innes stood at the front of our sanctuary on a Wednesday night in March, with thirty-two years of my life seated in the choir… Read more
The Creek Where My Grandmother Sang
For twenty years I told myself I had left the church because I had outgrown it. That was a lie I got comfortable inside of,… Read more
The Zucchini War of Maple Street
The first shot of the war was fired over a chain-link fence on Maple Street in August of the year my husband died, when my… Read more
The Turkey Swap That Fed the Street
I have lived in the same building on Larkspur Street for nineteen years, and for eighteen of them I would have told you I knew… Read more
The Speaker That Ordered Everything Wrong
It was 6:52 on a Tuesday morning in the second week of March when I stood in my own kitchen in my long johns and… Read more
The Secret Behind Aunt Reba’s Chili
At 4:52 that Tuesday afternoon, three weeks after we buried my Aunt Reba, my cousin Corabeth let out a sound from the back of her… Read more