My Husband Left Me Alone For Five Hours Every Thursday But Forgot Who Answered The Phone at the Piggly Wiggly
For twenty-nine years Dwight had rules about where the marks could go. Always where a sweater would cover...
For twenty-nine years Dwight had rules about where the marks could go. Always where a sweater would cover...
Marcus left his phone charging right by the toaster that Sunday morning, and it lit up with a...
Earl passed away on a Tuesday morning in March while the frost was still clinging to the bottom...
Seven pounds, one ounce. That was Mabel. Born on a Wednesday at St. Jude’s just outside Toledo, her...
The kettle on the back burner of the stove had a little whistle that didn’t sound right anymore....
You have to understand my daddy Roland to understand the pure nerve of it. He spent thirty-eight years...
I love my sister Loretta. I want to say that right off the bat, because what she did...
The Beacon-Journal ran my picture on the front page the week I got back from fourteen months in...
Dennis slammed his fist against the laminate top of our kitchen table so hard the salt shaker jumped....
Walter spent thirty-four years walking the mail route down on Jefferson Street in Zanesville, Ohio. He knew every...
The grease on the linoleum behind the counter at Roberta’s had a specific smell after four in the...
I am the woman everyone in that terminal wanted to slap upside the head, and honestly, they had...
“She’s been already dead to me for years.” I heard myself say those words into the phone, the...
Gerald passed in May. Heart, quick, right out in the garage on a Saturday while he was changing...
The asphalt on Clay Street was still gray and damp from a 4:30 AM drizzle when my phone...
Carol and I have sat in the same pew at Grace Methodist for thirty years, two rows from...
The gravel in our driveway crunched a certain way when Curtis pulled in after three o’clock, loud enough...