Why Believing I Was The Smartest Man On A Falling Plane Cost Me My Dignity
I am not a humble man, and I have never pretended to be one. When people ask me...
Author: Vanessa L. Collins
Why A Small Handful Of Pocket Change And A Seven Year Old Boy Cost Arthur His Office
The green ledger book on Arthur’s desk always smelled faintly of old glue and pipe tobacco, even though...
Why Paying For A Stranger’s Groceries At Greenwood Mall And A Handshake In The Parking Lot Cost Me My Peace Of Mind
The fluorescent lights of the Greenwood Mall grocery section always hummed a little too loud on Saturday afternoons,...
Why Welcoming My Son’s Quiet Classmate Daniel Into Our Home Cost Us Our Peaceful Routine
Why do we always assume that a child standing quietly by the doorway is just shy, as if...
Why A Locked Door And A Stupid Proverb Cost Me My Twenty Year Marriage
My phone buzzed against the steering wheel at 8:42 PM with a text from Arthur that read, “You’ve...
Why A New Boss Handing Eight Hundred Euros To A Delivery Boy Cost Him The Plant Floor
I got the whole thing wrong from the start, and honestly, that is the part that still makes...
Why Finding My Late Husband Waiting For Me In Heaven And Telling Me Our Contract Expired Left Me Looking For The Guest Rooms
Forty-three years of folding Arthur’s shirts and listening to him complain about the draft coming through the pantry...
Why A Country Diner Steak Race And A Quiet Farm Boy Left Arthur Looking Like A Fool
The vinyl booth at the Maple Leaf Diner had a split right down the middle of the seat...
Why Picking Up My Daughter From A Late Night Party And A Coded Text Cost Me My Quiet Peace
The dashboard clock said 9:47 PM when the phone buzzed against the cup holder, flashing that single innocent...
Why An Escaped Prisoner Asking My Husband For Knot Tying Lessons Cost Arthur His Dignity
The kettle on the back burner had just started that low, breathy whistle that sounds like an old...