Julie D. George - digivonae.com

PART 1 The glossy cruise brochure smelled like cheap perfume and sunscreen when my mother slid it across...

PART 1 The party was on the second floor of a restored brick restaurant in downtown Nashville. White...

PART 1 The call came just after midnight. “Your wife is alive,” the nurse said carefully. “But you...

PART 1 My grandmother was seventy-eight years old, and she had kept her Lantus insulin pens inside an...

PART 1 The brass padlock on the cabin gate was brand new, bright gold against the weathered cedar...

PART 1 When Hallie sat across from me at the kitchen island two weeks before commencement, she could...

PART 1 The plastic hospital band was still taped tight against my wrist when Gregory dropped the blue...

PART 1 The silver wrapping paper was ripped into ribbons across my mother’s beige carpet, smelling of pine...

PART 1 The cedar went up on a Tuesday morning in late April, before the dew had even...

PART 1 When Mom passed away in October, nobody in our family expected an argument. My older sister,...