I am fifty years old, and my life has been split in two since 2006. Before Daniel. After Daniel. Before, I was a mother driving down Route 9 with my […]
My son didn’t ask for my pension. He sat in my kitchen, tapped the table like he was closing a deal, and said every check I had earned would now […]
I stopped by my son’s house just after five on a cold Thursday afternoon in Ohio, carrying a paper bag with banana bread wrapped in foil. Daniel was supposed to […]
The invitation was thick cream cardstock with deckled edges, silver calligraphy, the kind of thing you frame rather than recycle. My son Holden’s name beside his wife Sloan’s, printed like […]
The night my family found out about the letter, I was sitting at my desk when my mother appeared in the doorway. She had come to tell me something, I […]
Sunflower seeds were spilling through my fingers onto the cedar deck when the phone buzzed against the railing, and the message that lit up the screen made my whole body […]
I came home from my business trip two days early and walked into my own life being packed into boxes. My name is Katie Parker. I’m twenty-seven years old, and […]
My mother made me sign the apartment over to her three weeks before the wedding, and I thought she had lost her mind. She sat across from me at the […]
The first thing I noticed about that Christmas dinner was not Ryan’s voice. It was the smell of glazed ham cooling on the table while everyone performed warmth they did […]
My name is Savannah Cole, and for ten years I let the Whitmore family believe they had buried me while I was still alive. Not physically. I was alive enough […]