My Brothers Said Our Land Was Gone But I Found The Real Deed
The attic in Daddy’s house in Wichita didn’t smell like much at first. It just smelled like dry...
The attic in Daddy’s house in Wichita didn’t smell like much at first. It just smelled like dry...
The hospice van pulled up at 2:14 on a Tuesday afternoon. It wasn’t an ambulance with sirens. It...
My sister Ruth dragged me to the Benton County fair for funnel cake, nine years after I buried...
The hospice van pulled up at 2:14 on a Tuesday afternoon. It was raining that thin, gray South...
The blue plastic folder was cracked at the bottom corner, a small, jagged wound in the plastic that...
The fluorescent lights in the Piggly Wiggly were humming that high, jagged sound that always made my teeth...
The ceiling paint was the color of a winter sky in Kansas, flat and dusty and unforgiving. It...
The cicadas in the maple tree were screaming so loud that afternoon I thought my head might actually...
The staples in my abdomen felt like a row of hot needles every time I breathed too deep....
The stamp hit the paper at exactly 8:41 on a Tuesday. It was a dull, heavy thud that...