My thumb was still smeared with blue ink from the marriage license when the first heavy drop hit the canvas. We were standing behind the old marina in Florence, Oregon, …
The Muddy Siuslaw River Wedding That Cost Us Our Deposit And Went Viral Worldwide Read More
Why do we spend half our lives keeping score against the ghosts our husbands leave behind in dresser drawers? That was the question running through my head while I sat …
The Torn Photograph In My Late Husband’s Wallet That Cost Me Twelve Years Of Searching Read More
The ice cubes in my tumbler were melting down into gray water while I stood at the side of the stage watching Jesse pace the wings. He had that look …
The Kid Sized Toy Guitar That Saved Jesse’s Sold Out Show And Cost Me My Pride Read More
I was wrong about why old Earl spent his afternoons out behind the hardware store on Oak Street, and I admit it right here because ignoring the truth for four …
The Park Bench In Bakersfield Where Old Earl Spent Four Years Talking To A Ghost Who Wasn’t Gone Read More
The smoke always hit the ceiling fan first before it drifted down into the hallway. For twelve years, Janice stood at that avocado-green counter with her shoulders hunched against the …
The Twelve Years Of Burnt Toast That Cost Me The Only Woman Who Loved Me Read More
Thirty-eight degrees below zero. That was the official reading the weather service kept broadcasting over the static on the truck radio before the power lines snapped out near the county …
The Blizzard Night My Daughter Was Rescued By A Man Whose Wife Never Made It Home Read More
The coffee was lukewarm and the kitchen table still had three yellow grease rings where the oil can had sat while I packed the toolbox. I reckon a man can …
The Viral Rescue Video That Proved The Dog I Abandoned Was Better Than Me Read More
The shard of green glass sat right by the leg of the deep-freeze like a tooth that had fallen out of the house’s mouth. I knew the count before I …
The Shuttered Houma Bakery And The Seven Years Of Bad Luck That Brought Me Wayne Read More
I missed the train by four seconds and it made me want to throw my briefcase through the glass ticket booth. My name is Arthur, and I work down at …
The Four Seconds At The Dayton Station That Stopped Me From Walking Into My Own Disaster Read More
Fourteen hundred and twelve days since I last spoke to my mother, and the kitchen in Tucson still smelled faintly of her old lemon-oil polish. I pulled my pickup into …
The Fake Recipe Box My Grandmother Left Me That Forced Me To Call My Mother After Ten Years Of Silence Read More