Stories about neighbors, small towns and strangers who show up.
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
For thirty years I ran a diner on Route 9 and I never once kept a tab. People think that is a saying. It is... Read more
I have been cutting hair in the same chair, in the same shop, on the same square in the same small town for fifty years.... Read more
The first time I met Ryan Dell, he told me to go to hell. He was fourteen, a freshman, standing in the doorway of my... Read more
I was fourteen the first time I knocked on Mrs. Abernathy’s door, and I only did it because my mom made me. That’s the honest... Read more
The Note Under the Sugar Jar By Margaret Ellison On the morning I finally decided to close the Bluebird for good, there was a folded... Read more
I found the envelope at 6:34 in the morning on Saturday, June 7th. It was taped to the underside of booth seven at Mason’s Diner... Read more