Sign the Back Bev Larson held up the proof copy like a baby at a baptism. “Joyce, this rhubarb cake alone is worth the price!” Everybody at the September circle […]
My mother didn’t even blink when she said it. “You’re not half the woman your sister is.” She said it the way you’d say pass the salt. Calm. Easy. Like […]
The Truth He Kept “No. This can’t be happening!” My husband’s voice cut through the delivery room like broken glass. I had been holding our daughter for maybe three minutes. […]
The coffee mug was a wedding gift. White ceramic, hand-thrown, with a small flaw on the rim where the clay had pulled a little during firing. When I unwrapped it, […]
“Tell Cody his hunters left my gate open again.” That was how I found out. Not a letter. Not a phone call. Don said it to me across a pallet […]
“It’s only fertilizer, Carolyn.” She said it over her shoulder, the way you would tell a child the shot would not hurt. It was half past six on a Friday […]
The frost was so thick on the windshield that morning that I had to scrape it twice. It was the first week of November. Cold enough for frost. Not cold […]
The squeak started in September. My mother called me on a Sunday night to tell me about it. She calls every Sunday at seven. She has since I left for […]
The grass told me before anybody else did. I came home from work on a Monday with a sack of groceries on my hip, and there was a long yellow […]
My name is Harleen Eekens, and I am seventy-one years old. On a Saturday night in September, I told my daughter-in-law I had an early flight, and I went to […]