My coffee cup was still lukewarm and half-full on the side table when I grabbed my car keys off the brass hook by the back door. I had lived in …
The Platform Two Green Bench And The Thirty Years I Spent Waiting With Dale For A Train That Never Pulled In Read More
I know you are going to hate me when you hear this, and honestly I do not blame you at all because I was the main one wasting six years …
The Old Brass Key In My Late Father’s Drawer That Cost Me Six Years And Told Me The Truth Read More
The green paperback book sat on my kitchen counter for three solid weeks, smelling faintly of the thrift store basement where Clara had dug it up. It had a badly …
The Hated Book Club Choice That Cost Me My Freedom And Found Me Dennis Read More
The newspaper skiff was folded out of an old copy of the Daily Astorian from May of nineteen-eighty-four, right when the cannery down on the wharf started laying off the …
The Folded Newspaper Skiff That Drifted Out Of Reach And Cost Me Twenty Years With My Daughter Read More
The tide was already turning when I dropped the heavy galvanized toolbox into the bed of the truck and felt the skin of my left ring finger scrape against the …
The Gold Band In The Surf That Cost Me My Wife And Found Dale Read More
Why do we spend half our lives waiting for someone to drop dead before we finally look them in the eye? That is the question I kept asking myself while …
The Yellow Sticky Notes On My Front Porch That Cost Me Five Years Of Blindness Read More
I know you are going to hate me when you hear this, and honestly I do not blame you at all because I was the main one laughing at Arthur …
The Mismatched Socks And The Pediatric Doctor Who Saved Arthur’s Daughter From The Brink Read More
The flour dust was still settled in the grain of the wooden kitchen table when the wall clock in the hallway clicked over to 7:14 PM. My hands were red …
The Double Chocolate Birthday Cake And The Eighteen Years Of Silence That Cost Me Dale Read More
Flight 1409 out of Denver was thirty minutes into rough air when my chest decided to stop working right. I had my knees pulled up as high as the economy …
The Seat 12B Handhold That Cost Me My Last Excuse To Stay Alone Read More
My name is Arthur Pendelton, and I spent forty-two years fixing diesel motors down at the parish dock in Dulac, Louisiana, where the salt air rots through a galvanized bolt …
The Broken Grandfather Clock That Stopped at 3:47 And Held My Whole Life Inside Its Case Read More