My Husband Threw A Homecoming Party For His Brother While I Was Deployed
The dust from the desert was still caked into the seams of my combat boots. It felt heavy,...
The dust from the desert was still caked into the seams of my combat boots. It felt heavy,...
The hospital room smelled like floor wax and that specific, sharp scent of rubbing alcohol that sticks to...
I tried to throw out our beige answering machine fourteen months after Henry died. It was sitting in...
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...