Life Stories

“I think it’s from when you guys moved into your house,” June said. “Twenty-eight years ago. Remember? You shipped some boxes down to Mom’s because your new…

I knelt on my living room floor among the air mattresses and the snoring strangers, and I took them out one by one. The glass on the…

“Yeah. You know. The Hendersons. They do it every other year.” “Fifteen people, Emily?” “Well, sixteen if you count Aunt Barb, but she’s staying at a hotel…

“Wisconsin has a recreational use law,” Patricia said. “Most states do. It protects landowners who let people hunt, fish, hike, or whatever on their land for free….

Kurt told me in August like he was telling me the weather. I was at the Cenex in Elk Mound filling my truck. Kurt pulled in at…

I’m not going to tell you all of it. There’s no use. There was no affair, no screaming, nothing you’d put in a country song. We just…

To understand how I ended up standing on that ridge at dawn with three Army veterans and a forged lease, you need to know about my grandfather….