First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
My brother Bramton walked into the bank two days before our father died and moved every dollar Dad had into an account with only Bramton’s... Read more
My mother-in-law looked at me across a table crowded with green bean casserole and said, “You’re being selfish, Brambury. Beckridge only gets married once. You’ll... Read more
My son-in-law sold my granddaughter’s piano to pay off a gambling debt. I was gone eight days, visiting my sister in Ponca City for her... Read more
My name is Ashmore Corford. I am sixty nine years old, and I have lived on the same hundred and forty acres outside Hollow Elm,... Read more
At 4:30 in the morning, with our daughter asleep in the wrap against my chest and a skillet of gravy going grainy if I didn’t... Read more
My mother told my grandmother I had died so she would stop asking about us, and for nine years it worked, right up until the... Read more
My husband’s family has run Coring Feed and Implement on the edge of Sablewood, Nebraska since 1958, and for twenty-two years of marriage I was... Read more
My husband Brambrook stood in the ditch in front of our house at six in the morning, in his undershirt, holding a fistful of flattened... Read more
My husband has watched me lose the same pie contest to the same woman for twenty-two years, and every single August he tells me the... Read more
For three years I kept a spiral notebook on the arm of the recliner beside my mother’s bed, and the morning after her funeral my... Read more