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Lost on Both Sides

[…] you. They don’t hurt people. They just show up.”  I couldn’t believe I was talking to a human being—let alone someone who was supposed to care about me. I said, “No, you look, I’ve […]

One on the Aisle

[…] “I’m a draftsman for Sears.”  She finished her peanut butter half and started on his salami. “You design new stores?”  “Mostly warehouses. What about you?”  “Real estate.” Paula glanced across the clearing at JoAnn. […]

Pancha Loca

Pancha Robinson was doing dishes at her mother’s sink and watching her husband Rick, who was out in the backyard with the children. Gloria, Pancha’s sister, was sitting at the kitchen table fiddling with a…

Wide Angle

I told Darcy I’d meet her here. Right here. I can’t say where here is. I’ve made promises. We’re going to grab a bite to eat.  You wouldn’t know to eat here. It’s on the…

Epiphany

[…] about driving a bulldozer pulling a plow on a dry-farm in Sublett, Idaho. He didn’t see another human being all day and the field was so big it took almost half a day to […]

Dust to Dust: A Mormon Folktale

The morning promised no bright sun. No blue sky. Only dust from the desert’s chalky red soil. “Lord in heaven,” Rosalinda said to herself. She stared out the window, worried about her garden. She couldn’t…

A Sunday School Answer

[…] and I saw them become their own worst enemy. I couldn’t let that happen to me. We’re human beings—not animals. I forgot that for a while and thank God I remembered that, even if […]

Maisie Prayed

Did I do the right thing? Maisie Clay is forty-three years old and here she is, sitting on a tombstone in a cemetery in the middle of the night. She is here because she wants…

Reading Between the Sheets

You know, what constipates her, really, is all those folks peering over her shoulder, not only looking for their names or themselves on her Mac screen or on the pages between the grainy covers of…

David K. Daltridge: Servant of God

[…] an oar, reaching forward until he touched an odd wedge which, under his cautious prodding, became a human foot.  He jumped. The man he had touched gave a stifled cry and sat up, his […]