Lived Stories

Dana Whitfield had been living out of a duffel bag in her mother's spare room in Scranton for five

For eighteen years, Carol Whitfield drove the same forty minutes up Route 9 to a stone colonial outside

"Mom needs the ocean. The boy can handle a week at the lake house." Dale said it like he was

The marble floor of the Harrington house felt colder than usual that Tuesday morning in Greenwich, Connecticut.

The hallway outside the bridal suite at Magnolia Hall smelled like gardenias and furniture polish.

The slap cracked across the ballroom of the Harrington Grand Hotel in Charleston, South Carolina, and

The House on Isle of Palms, and the Signature My Father Never Read When my mother set her glass down

Marcus Whitfield had walked that same stretch of Dauphine Street in New Orleans's French Quarter

I left the job site before two on Friday. I had the tres leches cake in the back seat of my truck, a

I loved Daniel for nine years. I want to say that plainly, first, because everything that comes after