The Ice Above the Ridge: Why My Husband Regretted Shoving Me Off the Aspen Cliff
The heavy wooden key turned in the cabin lock with a dry, metallic click that sounded entirely too...
Author: Gail G. Taylor
The Eyes of a Stranger On Flight 412 And Why Arthur Vance Wanted Me to See the Sky
The stale smell of recycled cabin air and burnt instant coffee always settles into the back of my...
The Sanctuary We Built And Why Her Children Regretted Believing Their Father’s Lies
I got a lot of things wrong in forty years, but marrying Katherine to keep her on my...
The Promise in the Peel And Why My Four-Year-Old Great-Granddaughter Ended My Months of Grief
The radio stayed on all day now because the quiet in the house had teeth. It was an...
The Evening Lessons And Why My Wife’s Fake Yoga Routine Cost Me Forty-Two Days of Pure Dread
Forty-two days. That is how long Ellen had been sneaking out of the house every single evening under...
Two Hundred and Eight Sundays: Why My Mother’s Tapes Forgave Four Years of Silence
The shoebox sat right on top of my mail pile like a small white brick of judgment. It...
What He Left Behind And Why My Daughters Smiled When Our Account Hit Nineteen Dollars
The number on the screen stayed right there in black and grey, refusing to change no matter how...
The Weight of a Broken Mirror: Why My Careless Words Cost My Son Twenty-Two Pounds
The grease on the bottom of the iron skillet was three days old because my knees had been...
The Mercy Hospital Receipt That Proved My Estranged Father Was My Silent Guardian
The local newspaper always arrived on Thursday mornings with a dry, papery rustle that I barely noticed anymore,...
The Collateral of Love: Why I Refused to Sign Away the Home We Paid Off in 1994
The side gate of our backyard always made a dry, scraping rattle whenever it swung open, and on...