Julie D. George - digivonae.com

PART 1 The rehearsal dinner was at a private room in a steakhouse in downtown Columbus. There were...

PART 1 The banquet room at the club in Charlotte was full of warm bread smell and cheap...

PART 1 Back in 2015, I worked as a phlebotomist on first shift at a local regional hospital....

PART 1 My suitcase was half-packed on the bench at the foot of our bed when small fingers...

PART 1 When I was fifteen years old, my mother married Gary Miller. My biological father had walked...

PART 1 My mother seated me at the far corner of the private dining room, right beside the...

PART 1 At 9:02 on a Tuesday morning, I sat at my kitchen table with a mug of...

PART 1 For twenty years, my son Vince has ridden the back of a municipal garbage truck through...

PART 1 If you grew up in our family, you knew what a birthday smelled like before you...

PART 1 The digital clock on my nightstand clicked over to 2:01 a.m. when the bedroom floorboard gave...