First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
My check was short again on a Friday in March, and I did the thing I always did when it was short, which was sit... Read more
At 9:14 that Saturday morning, three days after a woman at the Bellhaven municipal court read me the words bench warrant over the phone in... Read more
“This is Phyllis. Just a teller. She’s furniture here, honestly. Came with the building.” Brock Tilden said that about me on a Tuesday morning in... Read more
Superintendent Radley Kroft slid the letter across his desk without looking at me and said, “You’re a troublemaker who forgot her place.” Thirty-one years I... Read more
“The computer says you lapsed, nothing I can do.” That is what Lance Draper told me, a 75-year-old widower standing at his counter with a... Read more
Roy Tanner did not raise his voice one time in that lawyer’s office. That is the part I keep coming back to. A man who... Read more
At 2:53 that Thursday afternoon, I was standing on the loading dock behind our store with both arms wrapped around a fifty pound sack of... Read more
The bell over the door still rang the same way it had rung since I was nine years old, a flat little jingle that used... Read more
At 9:14 on a Monday morning, in front of eleven customers waiting for their prescriptions and two coworkers pretending very hard to restock a shelf... Read more
The morning I found out the money was never coming, I was sitting in a folding chair across from Grady Poehler’s desk, wearing the navy... Read more