First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
I came home from dialysis on a Wednesday and my house was gone. Not burned down. Not flooded. Gone the way a mouth goes empty... Read more
I had been walking the halls of Cropsey Care Center for six years before I ever set foot in Room 14, and if you had... Read more
My father, Bramridge, waited until we were two miles outside Wexford Bend, Tennessee, on a county road with no shoulder lights and no cell signal,... Read more
“It’s a forty year old service rifle, Nettie, not a keepsake. We can’t run funerals on sentiment, and we certainly can’t keep insuring a relic... Read more
My name is Perrin Everman, I am thirty-nine years old, and I want to tell you about the fellowship hall of Pearl Hollow Baptist, the... Read more
My mother had not been able to leave her own front porch under her own power for four months when I saw the truck. It... Read more
My name is Corinne Ashcliff, I am fifty eight years old, and for six weeks after we buried my father I did not think about... Read more
The teller at Crestline Gap Community Credit Union said my name twice before I heard her. “Mr. Caldley?” She had the folder open on the... Read more
My husband Lorne told me the Nashville trip was standard, sales team only, back by Thursday, and then I boarded that flight myself and found... Read more
My brother sold our mother’s house the same week she moved into memory care, and he split the money three ways with our sister and... Read more