I Left Two Hundred Dollars at a Diner in 1999 Then a Hospice Nurse Arrived
The oxygen concentrator in Room 214 of the St. Jude Hospice unit made a rhythmic, dry clicking sound....
The oxygen concentrator in Room 214 of the St. Jude Hospice unit made a rhythmic, dry clicking sound....
The oxygen concentrator in Room 214 of the St. Jude Hospice center had a rhythm that felt like...
The signature desk at Dominion Title in downtown Latrobe smelled like floor wax and old paper, that specific...
The cold air in the storage facility smelled like nothing but concrete dust and my own stale coffee....
For twelve years, I lived next door to Virgil Vance on the quiet end of Oakridge Lane in...
The floor of the First National Bank on the corner of Main and 4th in our little Alabama...
The lobby of First National Bank on a Tuesday morning was quiet, filled only with the soft chimes...
The morning air in Leesburg was supposed to be quiet, but that Tuesday was heavy with the smell...
The grief of losing a child and a spouse in a single hour doesn’t ever really leave you....
The middle school cafeteria smelled of floor wax, stale coffee, and the sharp, chemical tang of fresh ink...