Why My Son’s Seven-Year Silence Ended When I Looked Beneath My Living Room Chair
The oak floorboards in our front hallway have this particular way of giving right under your heel, a...
Author: Katherine C. Lund
Why My Son’s Seven-Year Silence Ended When I Looked Beneath My Living Room Chair
The green digital numbers on the microwave clock read 6:42 in the evening when Margaret slid the leather...
The Weight of a Dry Roof: Why Helping an Aging Veteran on Sunday Morning Changed Everything
The gravel in the side drive of the property on West Elm had this dull, hollow crunch to...
The Weight of an Honest Roof: Why Helping an Aging Veteran on Sunday Morning Changed Everything
The blue tarps on the roof of the old parsonage across the lane had been snapping in the...
The Weight of a Dry Roof: Why Helping a Veteran on Sunday Morning Changed Everything
The grey plastic handle of our old Milwaukee toolbox always had this particular, dry hitch in its latch...
The Weight of a Dry Roof: Why Helping a Veteran on Sunday Morning Changed Everything
The heat off the asphalt down by the new subdivision always had this particular way of shimmering by...
The Woodcarver’s Measure: Why My Son’s Hidden Carving Cost Me Seven Years of Pride
Seven years is a long time to look at an empty chair and tell yourself you were right....
The Six Dollar Table: Why My Thirty-One Years at Maple Street Diner Cost Harrison Vance Everything
The grease on the third burner of the left-hand flat top has a particular smell after thirty-one years,...
The Midnight Map: Why Finding My Ten-Year-Old Son and Husband at the Abandoned Warehouse Changed Everything I Knew
The house always had this particular way of holding onto the cold through the middle of November, settling...
What Grandma Kept Hidden in the Guest Room Trunk Cost Our Family Everything
The grey digital numbers on the microwave clock in our small kitchen read 5:42 PM when I finally...