First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
The first time I met Marcus Dell, he told me to go to hell. He was fourteen, a freshman, standing in the doorway of my... Read more
For fifty-one years I believed I was the daughter my mother tolerated and my sister was the daughter she loved. I was so certain of... Read more
The first time I caught my mother stealing, she was seventy-one years old, and she was stealing from herself. I want to tell you what... Read more
For four hundred and eleven days I set two places at a table built for one widow. I counted them. That is the thing nobody... Read more
The drought broke me before it broke the wheat. I want to start there, because most people who knew me back then would have said... Read more
I am seventy-one years old, and until this past spring I believed I had reached the age where nothing new could happen to me. I... Read more
For forty one years I lost to the same woman. Her name was Hollis Lundqvist, and every August, at the Cleabourne County Fair, in the... Read more
The booth in the front corner of my diner faced east, and that was the only reason I ever rented this building. Maribeth Aldous told... Read more
My phone is the newspaper now. Has been for eleven years, ever since the Tillerton Weekly folded and old Ferd Quackenbush packed his printing press... Read more
My granddaughter Piper had it halfway into the trunk of Pearl Hutchins’s church van before I even knew what was happening. Fifty-two years of my... Read more