Stories

Keeping a journal in your later years often feels difficult when memories slip away, but my aunt Vera solved this using speckled notebooks. You can preserve you...

He filled it to the line he'd scratched with a key, not the one printed on the plastic. The scratch was lower. His shoulder had told him about the printed line ...

The Afternoon We Labeled Every Photo Box addressed the overwhelming challenge of managing dusty containers filled with unidentified family history. You will lea...

The freedom of a slower morning after a lifetime of alarms brings a quiet that often feels more heavy than liberating for you. You can bridge it. Notice the sma...

He turned the seed packet over and read the back, then turned it face-up again to look at the tomato. The tomato on the packet was the size of a softball. He se...

The Cutlass had a pine tree air freshener that had stopped smelling like pine sometime during the previous administration, just a gray cardboard triangle swingi...

The legal pad already had three crossed-out questions at the top, scratched through so hard the pen had scored the paper. She'd written do you miss me and

Here are 3-4 sentences of pure scene, continuing from "a valley the shape of a sleeping man, and": he pressed his palm into it like he was checking for a pulse....

The highlighter cap was on the table. Not lost - she could see it, two inches from her coffee mug, a small yellow cylinder she'd set down without deciding to. H...