The Taco Truck
The man at the bar on Broadway was waiting for me, exactly as Esperanza had said he would be, at the far end under the neon beer sign, with a …
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The Easter Table
The text on the telephone of my daughter Tammy read, “Forty eight thousand dollars by Easter, or I call your husband. And your mama.” I read it standing in the …
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The license plate number was written on a slip of paper tucked inside the lining of the old piano bench in the front parlor of the house of my mother …
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The little blinking light on the tablet in the corner of my living room in Opelousas, which my granddaughter had set up to stream the Sunday rosary for the homebound, …
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Arne Lindgren set down the last armload of birch on the porch of my cabin outside Marquette, brushed the bark from his sleeves, and said, in the slow voice of …
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From the linen closet at the end of the east hall, I held my telephone up to the crack of the door and pressed record. I am Bernice Okafor, fifty …
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The lawyer who sat across from me in the corner booth of the Bull Street cafe in Savannah, with the contract spread before him, had never worked for my husband. …
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The back doors of Mount Zion Baptist Church in Valdosta swung open on the second hymn, and three hundred people turned around in their pews. I am Loretta Bascom, eighty …
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My mother in law Vivian sat on the porch swing of her old farmhouse in the hills outside Asheville, rocking slowly, with the folder of photographs on her knees and …
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Dr. Hartmann received us in his small office above the pharmacy on Main Street in Fredericksburg, at four o clock on a Thursday afternoon, with the blinds half drawn against …
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