The Bell They Wanted To Sell
The truck came up County Road A a little after seven, pulling a flatbed with a rigging crane folded down flat like a sleeping animal,… Read more
The Pew My Husband Built
My husband Iverson built every pew in Ivy Junction Community Church with his own two hands, and I found that out meant nothing to the… Read more
The Baptism Gown She Threw Out
I am sixty-eight years old, and until the second week of April I believed there were some things in a family that could not be… Read more
The Stranger She Chose As Her Father
At 9:47 on the last Friday morning in May, I was standing at the end of the third row of folding chairs in the Cedar… Read more
The Diesel Shop My Uncle Renamed
At 6:52 that Tuesday morning, twenty-six hours off a hop out of Bahrain and still wearing the same salt-stiff cammies I had slept in across… Read more
The Flowers My Father Finally Brought
At eleven minutes past four on the second Saturday in October, ten years to the day since I watched my father’s truck taillights disappear down… Read more