Why A Rolled Coin Jar And A Final Kitchen Warning Cost Me My Only Son
I reckon I got the whole thing wrong from the start, and honestly, that is the part that...
Author: Vanessa L. Collins
Why A Late Night Favor And A Neighbor’s Open Window Cost Me My Quiet Illinois Marriage
I knocked on my neighbour’s door last night. I said: “Sorry John,” I know you’ve only just got...
Why A Dead Flight Instructor And A Voice On The Radio Cost Me My Safe Ignorance
The smell of hot aviation fuel and stale coffee always stays in the back of my throat whenever...
Why A Handwritten Prayer In A Blue Notebook And A Four Thousand Dollar Withdrawal Cost Me My Only Son
The blue spiral notebook had a grease smudge right near the corner where Wayne used to prop his...
Why Two Foster Boys In The Backseat And A Rookie Cop Cost Me My Safe Ignorance
The blue and red lights bouncing off my station wagon’s rear window at 11:42 PM still make my...
Why Standing Up To A Cruel Regular And Defending My Cashier Cost Me My Quiet Bakery Peace
The bell over the bakery door always had this high, tinny ring that set my teeth on edge,...
Why A Late Night Favor And A Neighbor’s Open Window Cost Me My Quiet Illinois Marriage
I knocked on my neighbour’s door last night. “Sorry John,” I said, “I know you’ve only just got...
Why Sending Thirty Eight Thousand Dollars In Rent And Medical Bills To My Daughter Cost Me My Last Quiet Illusion
The notification chime on my phone had this flat, synthetic ping that I was starting to hate more...
Why A Big Church Wedding And Two Years Of Trusting Marty Cost Me My Safe Ignorance
‘Can I please get up now?’ my daughter asked at dinner. She’s seven. She used to bolt from...
Why Sending Thirty Eight Thousand Dollars In Rent And Medical Bills To My Daughter Cost Me My Last Quiet Illusion
The tap in the kitchen had this small, annoying drip that kept time with the second hand on...