The Buried Photographs: What My Deceased Neighbor Left Behind in Forty-Seven Freezer Envelopes
The frost on the inside lid of that old chest freezer was thick enough to scrape off in...
The frost on the inside lid of that old chest freezer was thick enough to scrape off in...
Seven years ago, when I packed my belongings into the back of a battered Ford pickup and left...
The emergency room of St. Jude’s in central Wisconsin smelled entirely of old bleach and damp wool coats,...
The digital clock on the triage desk read 3:14 when the outer automatic doors of the emergency department...
Every October I give blood at the fire hall down on Route 4. I am seventy years old,...
The smell of boiled cedar chips and wintermint always brings me right back to the radiator clanking in...
In 1968 my brother and our father had a fight that shook the rafters, and by morning Danny...
The envelope from the county treasurer sat squarely on my hall table next to a grocery list for...
The linoleum floor of St. Jude’s pantry has a greasy sort of yellow shine to it that never...
The cold on the pavement outside St. Jude’s Rectory had long since stopped feeling like autumn weather and...