Heart Touching

The low growl rolled across the fields outside Ashford Creek long before anyone saw the source. It wasn’t thunder. It was engines—many engines—growing deeper, heavier, until the front windows of Juniper’s Table began to shiver in their frames. June Merritt stood behind the counter, coffee pot frozen in her hand. Thirty years running this diner … Read more

The small funeral home in Maple Grove smelled of wilting lilies, lemon polish, and quiet heartbreak. Sunlight slanted through half-closed blinds, striping the faded carpet in gold and shadow. In the far corner, as far from the two closed caskets as a child could get, sat five-year-old Tommy Walker. He wore a black suit two … Read more

My brother Marcus and I used to be the same person in two bodies. That’s not something I say lightly or romantically. I mean it in the literal, functional sense that people who grow up poor and close in age understand — we shared clothes, we shared a bedroom for seventeen years, we shared a … Read more

The Sunday my congregation left me was the second Sunday in April, which I remember because the dogwoods were flowering outside the windows of Calvary Road Community Church and I had taken that as a hopeful sign that morning, which teaches you something about the reliability of dogwoods as omens. I had been the pastor … Read more

I spent twenty-six years as a law enforcement officer in a county that had, during most of those years, a significant and complicated relationship with the Copper Saints Motorcycle Club. I made a lot of arrests in those twenty-six years. I made one arrest that I think about more than most. His name was Eddie … Read more

My son Caleb is small for his age. Always has been. At twelve, he was the height of an average nine-year-old, which was in his genes — I’m five-four, his father is five-seven — and which had been mostly fine in elementary school, where size differentials are manageable and the social cruelties are still relatively … Read more

I was seventeen years old and I had been driving for exactly eleven months when my front left tire blew out on Highway 12 at nine-thirty on a Friday night. The blow-out was so sudden and violent that I screamed before I’d processed what was happening — one second the car was moving normally and … Read more

I have run the Thursday Evening Reading Circle at the Harmon County Public Library for twenty-one years. In that time we have read one hundred and twelve books, lost seven members to death, gained twenty-three new members, had one romantic relationship develop between attendees that resulted in a marriage. I was honored to attend, and … Read more

I have been an emergency medicine physician for nineteen years. I’ve worked in level one trauma centers in two cities, I did a year of humanitarian medicine in West Africa, and I’ve spent the last eight years in a regional hospital that serves a three-county area with a population that includes farming communities, a mid-size … Read more