First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
I had six hundred and twelve dollars in the Ashgrove Small Engine and Repair operating account on the Tuesday morning a woman from Cutter Parts... Read more
The regulator clock behind the bar at VFW Post 4471 read six forty when Bettina Sedgwick walked past me carrying a cardboard box, and taped... Read more
At 4:52 in the afternoon on a Wednesday in April, I walked through my own front door in Emberton, Missouri, with a paper sack of... Read more
At 7:12 p.m. on the evening of my forty-seventh birthday, I was standing at my kitchen counter in Millard Creek, Missouri, blowing out a single... Read more
At 9:47 on a Tuesday morning in April, I sat at the petitioner’s table in the Corder County Family Courthouse, eight months pregnant, signing my... Read more
At 2:14 in the afternoon on a Wednesday in April, I let myself into my mother’s house in Birch Hollow, Kentucky, with the spare key... Read more
At 6:47 that Tuesday morning, still in my bathrobe with a cup of coffee going cold in my hand, I opened my own front door... Read more
At 7:14 on a Saturday evening in April, three bites into a slice of my own seventy-first birthday cake, my phone lit up on the... Read more
At 2:14 in the afternoon on the Tuesday I came home from eleven days at my sister’s bedside in Wichita, I walked into my own... 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