The Swing We Never Finished
For twenty years there was a porch swing in my father’s barn that had no seat. The frame hung from two chains my father had… Read more
For twenty years there was a porch swing in my father’s barn that had no seat. The frame hung from two chains my father had… Read more
I had decided not to go to the fair that year. I want to start there, because it is the part nobody believes when I… Read more
The grave had been bare for eleven months when I finally admitted to myself that it might stay that way. I want to be honest… Read more
For eleven years I was the woman who found everybody else somebody. I paired off half of Dunmore County from a card table at the… Read more
For eleven years I walked past Alistair Bram every single morning and said maybe four words to him. “Morning.” Sometimes not even that. Sometimes just… Read more
We bought it as a joke. That is the part I have to start with, because it is the part I am most ashamed of… Read more