Category: Comeback

The chair caught me on the left side of my jaw, and the sound it made was not the sound I expected. I always thought… Read more

I want to start with the forty acres, because nothing that happened at that wedding makes sense without them. My husband Wayne and I farmed… Read more

My father, Walter Hutchins, was nineteen years old when he came home from the war in the spring of 1946. He had spent two years… Read more

For eight months I thought I had simply gotten bad with numbers. That is the part I need people to understand first, before anything else,… Read more

My name is Carol Whitfield. I am sixty one years old, I have lived at 214 Chicory Lane in the Whispering Pines subdivision outside Marion,… Read more

My daughter Emma turned seven on a Tuesday in October, and the only thing she asked for was pancakes at Roy’s Corner Diner, the one… Read more