The Thursday Delivery Route That Proved Why My Grocery Kid Volunteered For My Street All Year
Twenty-one hours. That is how long the linoleum tile stayed cold against my left cheek before the front...
Author: Gail G. Taylor
The Room 6 Ledger That Proved Why the Woman in the Good Coat Returned After Thirty-One Years
I ran the Starlite Motel on Route 9 for forty years with my husband Cecil. Route 9 isn’t...
The Steel Beneath the Dead Forty: What My Father-In-Law Really Left Me in the Orchard
My father-in-law worked his apple orchard outside Wenatchee for fifty years, and when he passed, his sons divided...
The Locket at the Church Luncheon That Proved My Missing Brother Was Living Two Towns Away
The local paper sits on my linoleum table every Thursday morning, smelling faintly of ink and damp paper...
The Room 6 Ledger That Proved Why the Woman in the Good Coat Returned After Thirty-One Years
I was unplugging the red plastic vacancy sign when the black car pulled in, crunching hard over the...
The Cereal Aisle Encounter That Proved My Twenty-Nine Years of Marriage Was a Lie
The cornflakes were on sale for two dollars and forty-nine cents, and Emmett had been complaining about the...
The Friday Brown Paper Bags That Cost Me My Job and Saved My Soul
The brown paper grease spots on my old oak kitchen table are stubborn things. I’ve scrubbed at them...
The Eighty-Seven Days of Footage That Exposed Who Was Living in Our House
My neighbor Arthur knocked at seven in the morning on a Tuesday. I remember the exact time because...
The Eighty-Seven Days of Footage That Exposed Who Was Living in Our House
The coffee pot was still finishing its drip cycle when the knock came. Seven in the morning on...
My Brother Called Me Useless at His Daughter’s Wedding
My brother Carl lifted his champagne glass and smiled at two hundred people. He had one hand on...