Lived Stories

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

The most suspicious moment wasn't when Marcus found the bruise. It was when Patricia tried to hide

The flashbulbs were the first thing to stop. Then the shouting. Then, for one strange, suspended second

I've worked catering in Savannah for six years, and I thought I'd seen every kind of wedding disaster.

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