Lived Stories

I've been fixing small engines and doing odd welding jobs out of my garage in Maple Ridge for going

"You've let yourself go, Marisol. You don't even try anymore." Héctor had the leather

I loved him. That’s the part nobody tells you about leaving — you don’t walk out when the love is gone.

The hotel ballroom smelled like candle wax and lilies. Up on the platform, Carl raised his glass.

I found out my landlord hadn't cashed a single rent check in three years the same week my daughter

My wife Dana spent eleven Thanksgivings telling me I didn't know how to cook a turkey.

The box arrived on a Tuesday, exactly one week after the wedding. Joni asked me not to come.

My mother has a rule she's never said out loud, but everyone in the family knows it: no woman in

Gabby set two wine glasses on the side table along with a bottle of sparkling cider from a small orchard

I own the tailoring counter at a dry cleaner's on Maple Street in Dayton, Ohio — hemming pants