First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
The grave had been bare for eleven months when I finally admitted to myself that it might stay that way. I want to be honest... Read more
For eleven years I was the woman who found everybody else somebody. I paired off half of Dunmore County from a card table at the... Read more
The first bicycle showed up fixed on a Tuesday in 1994, and I want to tell you about that Tuesday because it is where this... Read more
For eleven years I walked past Alistair Bram every single morning and said maybe four words to him. “Morning.” Sometimes not even that. Sometimes just... Read more
I had threaded a needle ten thousand times in that church, and not once did I imagine the day a man would stand at the... Read more
We bought it as a joke. That is the part I have to start with, because it is the part I am most ashamed of... Read more
There is a particular sound a bingo dauber makes when you slam it down on a card just a little harder than you need to,... Read more
I have lived in the same building on Larkspur Street for nineteen years, and for eighteen of them I would have told you I knew... Read more
For most of my life I thought my father was a man who fixed things because he could not say things. I want to start... Read more
For thirty years my sister Verna and I lived eleven miles apart and never crossed them. You can do that, in a country town. People... Read more