First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
At 6:42 that Saturday evening, twenty two months after my brother’s last failed drug test and eleven days after I had paid four hundred dollars... Read more
At 2:47 that Tuesday afternoon, in the fourteenth week since I broke my pelvis and my hip in my own receiving bay, I stood in... Read more
At 5:47 p.m., thirteen minutes before my son’s engagement party officially began, a woman in a headset named Portia looked at my father’s wheelchair, then... Read more
For three stunned heartbeats I stood perfectly still in the middle of Sioux Falls Regional Airport, surrounded by rolling suitcases, burnt gate-counter coffee, and strangers... Read more
Eleven days after my daughter finished her last round of chemotherapy, all she wanted in the whole world was one ordinary day beside a swimming... Read more
At 8:15 that Monday morning, four days after my last chemo infusion, I stood on the sidewalk outside Depot Blooms with my key in a... Read more
Forty minutes before the five o’clock candlelight service on Christmas Eve, still moving slow on a hip that was six weeks out from surgery, I... Read more
At 7:20 that Tuesday morning, three days after I had asked my son Brett for the fourth time to build the ramp off my porch... Read more
At 10:03 that Thursday morning, six weeks into speech therapy after my stroke, I finally got the sentence out clean enough for my nephew Trevor... Read more
Nineteen hours off a military flight out of Camp Arifjan, Kuwait, still in my OCPs with desert dust ground into the seams of my boots,... Read more