The Weight in the Spare: What My Late Neighbor Hid Inside His Old Car’s Trunk
Marv lived two doors down from me for going on twenty years. He was a widower, a retired...
Author: Liliana J. Phillips
The Tenant Before Me And the Fourteen-Year Utility Account Waiting in My Name
The grey plastic housing of my desk telephone had this faint, permanent smudge near the cradle where the...
The Envelope My Sister Left Behind And the Fifteen-Year Secret That Destroyed My Past
The rain down here in the parish has a way of sounding like steady static against the cypress...
The Tenant Before Me And the Fourteen-Year Utility Account Waiting in My Name
Fourteen years is a long time to leave a light burning in a room nobody is sitting in....
The Other Side of the Bible Paper That Ended Sixty Years of Silence
The Tuesday quilting circle at Grace Methodist always smelled of damp wool, lemon oil, and the faint, sweet...
The Other Margin: What I Found Inside My Sewing Bag After Seventy-Six Years of Silence
The basement of Grace Baptist always smelled of damp limestone, floor wax, and the faint, permanent ghost of...
The Gala Whisper and the 42 Million Dollar Debt Covenants That Ended My Husband’s Ex
The ice in my highball glass had melted down to a clear little nub by the time Gwen...
The Ledger of Grace: What I Found Inside Our New Deacon’s Shoe Box
The basement of Grace Baptist always smelled of damp limestone, floor wax, and the faint, permanent ghost of...
The Preemptive Strike: How I Let My Parents Pay for Their Own Financial Ruin
The notification banner popped up on my laptop screen while I was in the middle of reviewing a...
The Weight of Flour and Absence: Why My Parents Walked Into My Bakery Four Years After I Disappeared
The morning dough always takes a certain kind of patience, the kind where you have to let it...