The Budget Line He Tried To Erase
My name is Zephyrine, I am thirty-one years old, and I have spent the last six years of my life running the youth choir at… Read more
The Day the Speaker Went Silent
The bluetooth speaker died on the sixth note of Taps, right in the middle of the phrase every soldier carries in his bones, and for… Read more
The Banner That Left Him Off
“There wasn’t room for everyone, Cassandra,” Sylvia Crane told me in the fellowship hall of Cedar Grove Baptist Church, two days before the Fourth of… Read more
The Quilting Circle That Came for Me
The photograph was four inches by six, in a thin gold frame, and for five weeks it was the only thing in that room that… Read more
The Morning His Town Brought In His Harvest
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 Yard a Stranger Cleared
My name is Arlene Whitcroft. I am seventy-eight years old, and I know what my neighbors say about my yard. I’ve known for two years…. Read more