First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
Sherrill’s truck was still ticking in the parking lot of a bank two counties from our home when the teller in Dexter, Missouri slid a... Read more
Dane Ostrowski was standing in the flower bed at the entrance of our subdivision when I pulled in from my shift, one white sneaker planted... Read more
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 phone was already connected when I set it face up on the counter, and I did not know that yet, so when I turned... Read more
Pastor Delwin Cransley stood at the pulpit of Board Camp Road Baptist Church, folded his hands the way he did before he was about to... Read more
I was waist deep in the baptistery at Liberty Hill Baptist Church, twenty nine years old, wearing a set of white robes that smelled like... Read more
The invitation showed up in my mailbox on a Tuesday in April, cream cardstock with gold foil script, an address printed at the bottom that... Read more
Rodger Stipe posted the new work schedule on a Tuesday, and for the fourteenth month in a row, my name was written over a Saturday... Read more
The phone rang while I was still in my work boots, standing in my mother’s kitchen with grain dust in the creases of my knuckles,... Read more
The first thing I noticed walking back into that house wasn’t the smell of the casserole somebody had left cooling on the stove, or the... Read more