Community stories.
Stories about neighbors, small towns and strangers who show up.
The Garage They Rebuilt Around Me
The boy with the bent fork My name is Marcus Webb. I am seventy years old, and for most of my life I have been... Read more
The Name On The Rescue Plaque
The low-water crossing My name is Carol, and I am fifty-five years old, and for thirty years the most important person in my life was... Read more
The Pond Nine Fathers Flooded
The window that January I had stopped looking out the back of the house. That is a thing nobody tells you about grief. It is... Read more
The Folded Twenty Under His Cup
The cup at the end of the counter I have poured coffee at the Depot Cafe in Tarkio, Missouri for thirty-one years. My name is... Read more
The Shoebox My Teacher Kept
The Box on the Top Shelf My name is Carol, and I am fifty-nine years old, and I did not think a shoebox could take... Read more
The Wedding Dress My Neighbor Remade
The hanger was still turning when I found it. I had been to Jefferson City that Tuesday for my eyes, and I came home with... Read more
The Feed Bill a Stranger Paid
The co-op’s feed store in Elgin smells like molasses, dust, and cold concrete, and on the third Tuesday of October it smelled the same as... Read more
The Nurse Who Waited Thirty Years
The night nurse came into my father’s room at ten past seven on a Tuesday evening in October, and the first thing she did was... Read more
The Harvest the Neighbors Brought In
I did not decide to pull over. My hands did it for me. The Mercury went crooked onto the gravel shoulder, and I put it... Read more
The Boy Who Earned the Campout
The scoutmaster waited until the other boys had gone to the trailer. He did not wait until Jonah was out of earshot. He said it... Read more
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