The Brides Mother Crossed My Name Off the List and My Grandson Sat Me at the Head Table Anyway
For forty-one years I cut hair in the front room of my house on Sorrel Street, in a town in central Nebraska so small the welcome sign and the goodbye […]
My Grandkids Built Me a Dating Profile as a Joke and the First Woman Who Wrote Back Was the Neighbor I Had Dodged for Ten Years
I am seventy-one years old, and until this past spring I believed I had reached the age where nothing new could happen to me. I want to tell you how […]
They Called Me Just The Waitress Until The Day I Bought The Man Trying To Bulldoze Us
The first time Sutton Vance walked into the Bluestem, he wiped the seat of the corner booth with a paper napkin before he sat down. I watched him do it. […]
I Was The Daughter My Mother Never Chose Until I Opened The Hope Chest She Left Only To Me
For fifty-one years I believed I was the daughter my mother tolerated and my sister was the daughter she loved. I was so certain of it that I built my […]
He Called Me Just A Waitress So I Spent Nine Years Quietly Buying The Diner He Owned
The first thing the new owner said to me, after he had owned the place for exactly four days, was that I should smile more. He said it the way […]
They Said I Could Never Run It So I Bought It Myself And Spent One Season Proving Otherwise
The morning Thaddeus Orsini told me a woman had no business running a row-crop operation, I was standing in his machine shed with manure on my boots and forty dollars […]
I Was Eleven the First Time I Drove That Tractor and Forty Years Later My Stepmother Told the Whole County I Never Set Foot on Our Farm
The morning Lorna stood up in the basement of Zion Lutheran and told two hundred of our neighbors that my brother and I had never worked a single day on […]
They Voted to Take My Farm Until a Clerk Read One Forgotten Line
The first time I understood they meant to take it, I was standing in my own kitchen with a coffee cup going cold in my hand, watching a man named […]
My Brother Forged Our Dead Fathers Name to Steal the Store Until the Whole Town Walked In
For forty-one years my father stood behind the long oak counter at the front of Aldous Hardware, and in all that time I never once saw him let a man […]
They Told Me a Woman Could Not Run My Father’s Shop So I Kept the Keys and Won Back Every Customer They Took
The morning we buried my father, Dale Whitmer, the men who had worked for him for twenty years stood at the back of the funeral home in their clean church […]