Life Stories

I need to explain something here. When I opened my first bank account, at sixteen, my father helped me set it up. He was on it as…

“She’s having a hard time getting on her feet,” my mother would say on the phone to her sister, in her concerned voice, while I sat ten…

They were on the outside. I was on the inside. To understand why that iron gate meant so much to me, you have to know what happened…

My father leaned toward the iron gate as Evelyn Mercer turned the final page in the folder. The anger had gone out of his face. For the…

Part Six: The Acceptance He got into Ohio State. The letter came on a Saturday in December of his senior year. A big envelope. Scarlet and gray….

Part Four: We Never Had Much We never had much. We ate a lot of spaghetti. A lot of grilled cheese. A lot of the leftovers I…

Part Two: Too Old Some people said I was too old. They said it at the funeral, in whispers they thought I couldn’t hear. They said it…

The Warm Spot Part One: Four Years Old I raised my grandson, Kevin, after his parents died in a car accident. He was only four. It was…

Inside that purse, my government-issued phone began to buzz with an urgent message. It was from the Chief Judge of my district. Sheriff Voss thought he’d just…