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Barbara Kowalski was forty-nine when she finally understood that the garage on Maple Street in Toledo

Nobody in Nashville believed Dean Ashford when he said he'd stopped looking for love. At thirty-four, he'

Marianne Cobb smelled the coffee before she saw the man pouring it — burnt, the kind you get when the pot'

Forty-one wooden walking sticks. That's how many Dana Ferris counted the morning she decided to

I've been a receptionist at a pediatric clinic in Dayton, Ohio for eleven years, and I can usually

A dog barked twice behind the fence before Marlene Tutwiler even heard the truck pull up. She wiped her

Ray Delacroix has driven a rig for BNSF out of Barstow for nineteen years, and he still remembers the

Renata Kowalski was pouring coffee into a chipped mug when she heard the screen door slam. Outside, in

A November morning, a silver-gray Buick parked in the driveway, hadn't moved in three days because

My name is Dorothy Halloran. I'm seventy-four, and my whole world got turned upside down the day