First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
At 9:47 on the last Friday morning in May, I was standing at the end of the third row of folding chairs in the Cedar... Read more
At 5:47 in the morning, forty-three minutes before boarding for a flight none of us would end up taking, I was standing at gate A19... Read more
Eleven weeks after I watched Lonnie Bratcher’s glove disappear into the jaws of Press Line Three, I sat in a Walmart parking lot in Bremmer,... Read more
The clock on the feed store’s brick face at the corner of Main and Route 9 read two forty seven that Thursday afternoon when I... Read more
The appraisal came back at $438,700, and that number is the only reason I ever found out I had disappeared. I was not looking for... Read more
It was Callista’s baby shower, forty five minutes before the doors opened, when I sat alone in my truck in a gravel lot outside a... 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
I was refilling Charmaine’s wineglass without being asked, a cooking show playing low on the flat screen behind her, forty minutes into what I still... Read more
Six weeks after Dr. Anwar pressed a nebulizer mask over my six year old’s face in the Millrace Regional emergency room and told me, not... Read more
At 9:12 on a Saturday morning in June, eleven months after we buried my father, I was standing in a stranger’s gravel driveway in Verlaine... Read more