Stories about neighbors, small towns and strangers who show up.
The vote took four minutes. I timed it on the clock over the door, the same Falstaff beer clock that has hung in that clubhouse... Read more
The name tags were laid out on a folding table just inside the gym doors, alphabetical, in neat rows on a blue plastic tablecloth. Somebody... Read more
The first time I saw my new neighbor take a picture of my clothesline, she was standing on her brand new deck in a pink... Read more
“I’ve got a dollar ten. Who’ll give me a dollar and a quarter? Dollar and a quarter, now a quarter, now a quarter.” Dale Frey... Read more
The morning after we buried Carl, I woke up at twenty minutes to six because that is when I have woken up for fifty six... Read more
I was four days a widow and still hadn’t learned how to say it out loud. Walt. Dead. The two words sat in my mouth... Read more
“It’s time somebody new won, Vernice.” Lowell Pratt said it standing on my bottom porch step with his cap in both hands, the way a... Read more
“Twelve dollars an hour,” Dr. Whitfield said, “and you would keep your insurance. I want you to hear that part, Mrs. Krause. You keep your... Read more
“Line fourteen,” Curt Maas said, and he ran his finger down the page to find it. “Elementary and middle school art. One half-time position, benefits,... Read more
The fellowship hall at Mount Hope Community Church was so full that night that Pastor Ward had to ask the Hendricks boys to carry in... Read more