Stories

Planting a tree you may never sit under is a difficult struggle with our human desire for immediate rewards. You will discover how to embrace generational think...

I lifted the first plate out of its tissue the way I used to lift baby birds that had fallen into the yard - both hands, barely breathing. The paper had gone th...

My father kept the pocket watch in the left breast pocket of his good coat, the charcoal one he wore to funerals and job interviews and once, memorably, to a

He had a thermos the color of old mustard wedged under one arm, and he set it on the Civic's roof while he worked the bungee cord over the cooler lid, hooking i...

Hosting the whole family for the holidays again felt like a heavy burden as Donna stared at her cramped list of fourteen names. You can reduce your holiday stre...

The chrome had gone brass at the center, rubbed down to something warmer by fifty-three years of hands. Gerald set the wrench against the mounting bracket and l...

Dennis's hand was already on the handle before he checked his watch, which read 7:08, which was the same as yesterday. The newspaper under his arm still had its...

Renata's neighbor, Carl, had a tomato problem the way some people have a religion. He kept a mason jar of last year's dried seeds on his windowsill, labeled in ...

The legal pad had columns with names at the top, written in Renata's good pen before the highlighter gave out. Her mother's column. Her mother-in-law's column. ...