The Land Remembers And Why My Daughter-In-Law’s Cruel Joke Cost Her The Estate
Eighty-four degrees and dead, heavy July air that smelled of sweet bayou humidity and charcoal starter fluid. That...
Author: Hollie Atkinson
The Price of Distance And Why My Daughter’s No-Contact Ultimatum Cost Her Everything
The kitchen was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the wall...
The Weight of a Wedding Ring and Why My Husband’s Morning Assault Cost Him Everything
How long does it take for a marriage to curdle into something you wouldn’t wish on an enemy?...
The Sunday Visitor And Why My Uncle’s Reverse Mortgage Scam Cost Him Everything
The smell of instant decaf and stale graham crackers always stays in the back of your throat when...
The Stitched Lining in My Mother’s Old Bag and Why Her Cruel Words Hid a Terrible Truth
The salt air off the Oregon coast always smells like old kelp and wet cedar, especially when a...
The Porch Light Left On And Why My Eight-Month Silence Cost Me Everything
The kitchen tile was cold against my bare feet when Leo handed me the screen. The house was...
The Obstruction in the Keyhole and Why My Brother’s Hidden Camera Changed Everything
The grease from the mackerel vats at the parish cannery never really washes out of your fingernails no...
The Line at Breakfast And Why My Husband’s Morning Assault Cost Him Everything
The enamel on that yellow kitchen mug was chipped right at the rim where my thumb always rested,...
The Weight of a Quiet Sunday And Why My Easygoing Weekend Cost Me My Best Friend
Four hundred and twelve miles. That was the distance between the porch light of my little house in...
My New Boss Demanded I Sign Off on Substandard Materials, Then Tried to Destroy My License
PART 1 I have spent twenty years of my life inside the trailer offices of Vance and Sterling...
