Stories about neighbors, small towns and strangers who show up.
My father made me drive him to the fire department supper even though his hip was bad that week, even though I told him three... Read more
My husband Dewitt has been gone six years now, and in all that time, there has not been one single weekday morning when I did... Read more
My wife Louise had been gone a year when a girl I never met started leaving me dinner every Sunday, and for eleven weeks she... Read more
My name is Doris, and I am seventy eight years old, and until this spring I would have told you the most useful thing I... Read more
The certified letter came on a Tuesday, which should have told me something right there, because Tuesdays in Larkspur, Texas are for church committee meetings... Read more
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 first time I met Marcus Dell, he told me to go to hell. He was fourteen, a freshman, standing in the doorway of my... Read more
The drought broke me before it broke the wheat. I want to start there, because most people who knew me back then would have said... 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
My wife Joyce sat in the third row of the bleachers for thirty-one springs, and I promised her that the day she stopped coming, I’d... Read more