The May before I turned fifteen, my father sat me down at the kitchen table in our apartment in Portland and said, “College is a luxury,...
If you want to know why Marty Kellerman lost Ohio's 14th district by eleven thousand votes, you don't need a pollster. You need to watch the...
My name is Cole Whitfield, I'm thirty-three, and people in Millbrook, Ohio still whisper that I married a girl without a dime to her name out...
The Photograph in the Waiting Chair I've been cutting Dana Whitfield's hair for eleven years now. She sits in my chair every third Thursday, same time,...
I took the job at Hartline Logistics in March knowing my new manager was married. Ray Corbin, forty-four, two kids, seventeen years with his wife Denise....
They thought I was just the girl with the coffee. Amber Reyes set the two cardboard trays on the credenza by the door and checked her...
The Pacific was doing that thing it does at six in the evening in July, turning the color of a bruise before it turns gold. I...
Nobody expected the diner to fill up on a Tuesday morning in late September, but by six-fifteen the parking lot off Route 9 outside Millbrook, New...
Margaret Ellison had a nickname for each of her three children, and she used them like tools, each one shaped for a different job. "Bug" was...
The funeral ran forty minutes over, so I missed the open house. Not that I’d have gone anyway. I was at the mortuary in Portland, signing...