I remember the sound of the laughter more than anything else. It was December 23rd, and we were sitting around Grandma Evelyn’s dining table in her little log cabin outside […]
The text came in on a Tuesday in July, a little after six in the morning, while I was still pulling my boots on in the dark kitchen. I remember […]
“Quit fussing, Donna.” That was all he said. He said it to his pie. It was Sunday dinner, the first week of June, and my brother Vince was at my […]
I bought eleven acres outside Dunmore, Nebraska, for one reason. I wanted to be left alone with my grief where nobody would watch me do it. Carol had been gone […]
“Arrive at two,” my son said. I had the phone pinched between my ear and my shoulder, and flour up both arms to the elbow. It was the first Sunday […]
The safety pin was what I saw first. Not the dress. The pin. A plain steel safety pin pushed straight through the lace of the left cuff, holding a white […]
The first time I saw Martin Hale, he was dripping wet and laughing. It was the summer of 1975. I was twenty-one years old, standing on the edge of a […]
“Stop acting poor.” That’s what my brother’s fiancée said to my grandmother at seven o’clock in the morning on her wedding day. My grandmother was standing in her own kitchen […]
It was 3:17 in the morning when Ava started crying for the third time that night. I know the exact time because I looked at the clock on the nightstand. […]
My sister broke my violin in half less than twenty minutes before the most important performance of my life, all because I refused to give her my new dress. She […]