First-person narratives based on real human experiences. The moments that change us. The relationships that define us. The lessons we carry forward.
My name is Earl Renner, and for thirty-one years I have run the feed store and the back forty that my father started with a... Read more
My name is Ray Delgado and for eleven years I was the man nobody at Heronwood looked at twice. Heronwood Pointe is a condo tower... Read more
The first thing Roland Pike ever said to me as the owner of Pike-Hartwell was, “Sweetheart, the chair is just where your dad sat. It... Read more
The first time I met Ryan Dell, he told me to go to hell. He was fourteen, a freshman, standing in the doorway of my... Read more
I was fourteen the first time I knocked on Mrs. Abernathy’s door, and I only did it because my mom made me. That’s the honest... Read more
The patch lived in the breast pocket of my field jacket for two years, and for two years I told myself I would drive out... Read more
I was already half out of my chair when Greg said it, microphone in his hand, the whole VFW hall watching, and he smiled at... Read more
I found the first one in the coffee tin. It was a Tuesday in October, the kind of gray morning where the light comes in... Read more
I am seventy-four years old, and for forty of those years I carried a folding card table in the back of my mind. Not a... Read more
The photograph was four inches by six, in a thin gold frame, and for five weeks it was the only thing in that room that... Read more