First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
I want to tell you about the morning two men in gray polo shirts carried my chair, my reading lamp, and forty years of Walter’s... Read more
Paulette Voss found me in the choir room after Wednesday practice, holding a printed order of service like it was a subpoena, and said the... Read more
I set the dish down on the serving table at eleven forty in the morning, three hours after they lowered my husband into the ground... Read more
I have owned a smartphone for four years, and I want it on record that in all four of those years, my thumb has been... Read more
I moved to Stony Lake, Wisconsin knowing exactly nobody, four months after I signed the papers that ended nineteen years of my life, and I... Read more
I am seventy years old, and until three months ago I had spent fifty-one of those years carrying a debt I could not pay, to... Read more
My wife Joyce sat in the third row of the bleachers for thirty-one springs, and I promised her that the day she stopped coming, I’d... Read more
My grandmother Faye never raised her voice in eighty-one years, and three weeks after her funeral I found the drawer that proved I never really... Read more
I found out I had a twin sister at fifty-one years old, from a cardboard tube full of my own spit, and it happened on... Read more
My husband still shakes his head about it, all these years later. He’ll be sitting in his recliner watching the news, and I’ll be putting... Read more