Stories about standing up to a bully, a bank, a landlord or a scam.
The sound was what got me out of my chair. A flat, hard crack, like somebody breaking a dinner plate over a fence post. Then... Read more
The quilted tote came down first. It landed on the armrest between 14A and 14B, tipped, and slid halfway across my grandmother’s lap. A paper... Read more
The sound was not loud. That is the part I still think about. It was a crunch like somebody stepping on a pop can, and... Read more
“Did you print this at the library, hon?” The deputy held my mother’s license up to the sun between two fingers, the way you would... Read more
Vicki opened her front door wearing my dress. I knew it before she had the door all the way open. Dusty blue lace over a... Read more
My landlord turned me into his family’s cook until my grandmother sat down at his kitchen table The first thing you should know about Gerald... Read more
My neighbor destroyed our pool at dawn for the sound of my children laughing and the whole town made her regret it The first thing... Read more
The night it finally broke open, my daughter had been asleep for exactly nineteen minutes. I know it was nineteen because I had been standing... Read more
My neighbor fenced off the best corner of my field certain a grieving stranger would never fight him for it I bought eleven acres outside... Read more
My husband Boyd died on a Tuesday in September, twelve days before the apples were ready, and for about four days afterward I believed the... Read more