Stories

When Mark and Sharon Pryor bought the Colton Street house with the small, pink bedroom down the hall from what would become their master one, they joked that their baby…

My mother knocked on my door and stepped in with a lit lantern. Her wide grin was set into her wrinkled skin and glowing from the whoosh of the flame…

The construction zone that took almost ten minutes to pass through was actually a nice change of pace for Blake. Too much of anything was no good, and he was…

Let me tell you about a time in the mid-eighties. I was a kid, seven or eight, not much more. There was half a dozen of us who hung around…

He hadn’t missed a day for almost two years and now he couldn’t find it. He’d emptied his pill pouch, looked through his shaving kit, and searched his suitcase. Charles…

My wife’s church mornings went on a year without me, and for eight months, I imagine my wife was faithful. To be fair, she’d invited me. I’d refused. We’d already…