Stories about standing up to a bully, a bank, a landlord or a scam.
My name is Ronelle, I am forty-three years old, and I grew up in a brick ranch on Marigold Court in Zanesville, Ohio, on a... Read more
The envelope was thin, which should have told me everything before I even opened it. A check feels like something in your hand. A single... Read more
The morning of the second Beef Empire Days I could not sell a single plate at, I stood at the chain-link fence behind the fairgrounds... Read more
Garvin Hurst slid my water bill across the counter of the Cedar Fork water office, tapped the total with two fingers, and said, “Pay it... Read more
Rex Callum leaned on the counter of his impound office, looked me dead in the eye, and said, “The fee schedule is the fee schedule.”... Read more
It was the morning of Nell Petrosky’s dialysis run, the same drive I had made three mornings a week for four years without missing once,... Read more
“That toolbox goes with the building, Mr. Garrity, same as the drill press and the parts shelving. You should have filed a personal property claim... Read more
At 9:14 that Saturday morning, three days after a woman at the Bellhaven municipal court read me the words bench warrant over the phone in... Read more
“The computer says you lapsed, nothing I can do.” That is what Lance Draper told me, a 75-year-old widower standing at his counter with a... Read more
Roy Tanner did not raise his voice one time in that lawyer’s office. That is the part I keep coming back to. A man who... Read more