Julie D. George - digivonae.com

PART 1 My father gave thirty-three years of his life to the paper mill down in Chillicothe. It...

PART 1 Every Friday morning at nine o’clock sharp, my banking app sent the exact same alert to...

PART 1 At my retirement party, my son Jason handed me a pink apron that said Grandma’s Daycare...

PART 1 At the funeral home, my mother-in-law Patricia slid a cemetery contract across the mahogany table and...

PART 1 The stemware on my dining table had belonged to my mother. It was thin, hand-cut crystal,...

PART 1 My sister’s wedding coordinator called while I was at work. “Rebecca, your card for the twelve-thousand-eight-hundred-dollar...

PART 1 The paper banner stretched across the side of the truck had cost thirty dollars at the...

PART 1 “Let me be very clear, Olivia. No one needs you to come.” My mother’s voice was...

PART 1 “We need one million dollars. And you’re going to give it to us because Sophia is...

PART 1 The water hit my thighs before I even realized my nephew had reached across the table....