First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
For eight months I thought I had simply gotten bad with numbers. That is the part I need people to understand first, before anything else,... Read more
I’m Dorothy Pruitt. I’m seventy four years old, and for forty seven years I was married to a man named Earl who could build anything... Read more
At my granddaughter’s graduation the principal called me “just the grease monkey grandpa” into the microphone, until the colonel on the stage stopped the ceremony,... Read more
My name is Carol Whitfield. I am sixty one years old, I have lived at 214 Chicory Lane in the Whispering Pines subdivision outside Marion,... Read more
My daughter Emma turned seven on a Tuesday in October, and the only thing she asked for was pancakes at Roy’s Corner Diner, the one... Read more
I taught third grade in Millhaven, Kansas for thirty-eight years, and if you had asked me at any point during those thirty-eight years to name... Read more
Forty minutes before the potluck, I stood in my kitchen holding an empty casserole dish, a box of long grain and wild rice, and a... Read more
The clerk at the funeral home looked at my discharge papers for a long moment, set them down on the counter without meeting my eyes,... Read more
I stood in the fellowship hall parking lot outside the VFW post in Millhaven, Wisconsin, with a spiral notebook shaking in my hand, and I... Read more
The morning I finally walked out to that garage to have it out with my son, I had a whole speech ready. I’d been building... Read more