First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
We were on the third verse of “Blessed Assurance” when the back doors of Harmony Grove Missionary Baptist Church opened and a man nobody knew... Read more
Duane Kessler read one hundred and eighty names into that microphone and not one of them belonged to a woman. I know because I counted.... Read more
The bluetooth speaker died on the sixth note of Taps, right in the middle of the phrase every soldier carries in his bones, and for... Read more
My brother Press stood in the attic of our father’s farmhouse, held up the old olive-drab ammunition can, shook it once like he was checking... Read more
My grandson Gabe was fifteen years old when he stood up at his mother’s dinner table with a fork still in his hand and broke... Read more
Brantley Hux walked into my barbershop on a Tuesday morning, set his loafer on the footrest of my second chair like it was a shoeshine... Read more
Deidre Fossum looked up at me from the third pew on the left side, the one my family has filled for forty years, spread her... Read more
Garvin Hurst slid my water bill across the counter of the Cedar Fork water office, tapped the total with two fingers, and said, “Pay it... Read more
I came home from two weeks at my sister’s place in St. Paul, and my son-in-law Chad was standing in the middle of a four... Read more
I found out about the estate sale from a woman at my church, and by the time I got to Mama’s house my brother Donnell... Read more