First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
Brice Kimball stood on my front steps, handed me a fourth violation notice in six weeks, and said the words that told me exactly what... Read more
I have told this story slow in my own head for three weeks now, turning it over the way you turn a scale ticket in... Read more
Gail Stroud stood up on the courthouse steps with a paper plate in her hand and told the whole square that a certificate does not... Read more
The clock on the Wheeler’s Bend town hall tower read six fifty eight when Emiliano wheeled himself up the ramp he built with his own... Read more
The morning we buried my father, the dew was still on the alfalfa and I had already done the milking. People find that strange when... Read more
I found out about the estate sale from a woman at my church, and by the time I got to Mama’s house my brother Donnell... Read more
The first thing the new owner said to me, after he had owned the place for exactly four days, was that I should smile more.... Read more
Three days after we buried our father, my brother Dwight slid a folded deed across the kitchen table, told me the whole place was his... Read more
I have been getting oil changes for fifty years, and in fifty years nobody had ever walked into a waiting room, sat down across from... Read more
By Clara Voss The day I sold Loretta’s Kitchen, I sat in my car in the parking lot of Hargrove and Associates for a long... Read more