First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
For four winters I never told one soul in Coldwater County how close we were to going under, and then three days before Christmas I... Read more
For twenty years I kept my son’s dress blues pressed and waiting in the hall closet, and every single Sunday I took them out, and... Read more
The first time Royce Tillman called me sweet, I should have counted my fingers after he let go of my hand. He came into Hapgood... Read more
The morning I left for basic training, my grandfather Alden stood on the porch of the farmhouse with his coffee going cold in his hand... Read more
The morning Thaddeus Orsini told me a woman had no business running a row-crop operation, I was standing in his machine shed with manure on... Read more
For forty-one years I slept beside a man who never told me about the war, and I made my peace with the quiet long before... Read more
The morning I found out, I was canning green beans at the counter, the way my mother taught me and her mother taught her, the... Read more
The seat was at the head of the table, and it was empty, and there was a folded card standing on the plate with my... Read more
I had decided not to go to the fair that year. I want to start there, because it is the part nobody believes when I... Read more
The first cold morning of October, the truck would not turn over, and I stood in the gravel drive in my late husband’s barn coat... Read more