First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
I was sitting at the back table of the flower shop on King Street with a shoebox of receipts in front of me, doing the... Read more
Ardis Krogh held out her hand across the folding table in the fellowship hall and said, “I need the key, Lilibeth.” She said it the... Read more
I found the notice under her Bible on a Tuesday in June, and I only found it because I was looking for her readers, which... Read more
The envelope was thin, which should have told me everything before I even opened it. A check feels like something in your hand. A single... Read more
I smelled the milo before I saw it. Cut hay has one smell and standing milo has another, sweeter, dustier, the kind that gets into... Read more
The morning of the second Beef Empire Days I could not sell a single plate at, I stood at the chain-link fence behind the fairgrounds... Read more
Rand Vosberg called me into the glass-walled office off the break room at eleven fifteen on a Tuesday night, forty-five minutes into my shift, with... Read more
My name is Zephyrine, I am thirty-one years old, and I have spent the last six years of my life running the youth choir at... Read more
My name is Ignacio Reyes. I am thirty one years old, I have lived in Dodge City, Kansas my whole life, and three weeks before... Read more
The wind never really stops in Amarillo. You learn to lean into it a little when you walk from your car to the door, the... Read more