First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
I have buried a husband and I have raised a son alone through his worst teenage year and I have sat in a hospital chair... Read more
For thirty four years, if you drove out Route 9 past the Miller’s Creek water tower, you would see a low tin-roofed building with a... Read more
My name is Judy Hargrove, and I am seventy four years old. I have lived in Cedar Bend, Iowa my whole life, in a town... Read more
For twenty two years I have gone to work every morning at the same brick building on Main Street in Cedar Bend, the one with... Read more
I have poured coffee at the Wagon Wheel Diner on Route 9 outside Millhaven for twenty-two years, and in all that time I never once... Read more
My grandson rode his bike three quarters of a mile alone on a Saturday afternoon, in the middle of a party thrown in my honor,... Read more
My name is Delores Whitfield, and I am sixty eight years old. I have lived in Millard Creek, Nebraska my whole life, in the same... Read more
I have thought a hundred times about how to start telling this, and I keep landing in the same place, which is the ticket booth... Read more
I stood by the back doors of the Bellwood High School auditorium in my good blue church dress, close enough to the exit sign that... Read more
I got to my mother’s farmhouse outside Miller’s Creek, Missouri at eleven o’clock on a Sunday morning to help her get a pot roast into... Read more