how the internet is like the Waffle House

My husband’s father owned 36 Waffle Houses before he retired. I don’t know if it’s true, but the story goes that whenever they build a new Waffle House, they have a ceremony to drop a symbolic key in the sidewalk cement. Because the restaraunt is...

what happens when God stands on a diving board

My childhood lives on a small plot of land in the block between Gladstone Avenue and Meridian Street. Our house sits on her foundation there and smells of lemon, bacon, and a rainy day. Two bedrooms and one bath seems perfectly fine to me and our family of four will...

the simplest way to value your life

Dad is putting up a fence in the backyard. It’s summertime and I’m seven. He leaves a space at the tree so we can still cut through to Missy and Shelly’s. They have a tire swing and a basement. They get the channel with Fraggle Rock and their mom buys pop in cans,...